The One Angle Nobody Had Tried
Naomi pulled out her phone and turned on the flashlight.
She knelt beside the booth and angled the light the way Lily always angled her head — because Naomi’s whole point was simple:
Perspective matters.
At first glance, everything looked normal.
Clean enough. Nothing obvious.
Victor’s face tightened like he was about to stand up and end the conversation.
Then Naomi shifted the light slightly — lower, from beneath, not from above.
And something dark reflected back.
Not “earwax dark.”
Object dark.
