CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO MOVING FORWARD

As Hana sat at her desk in the newsroom, the soft glow of her computer screen casting a dim light across the room, she felt a sense of unease settle in the pit of her stomach. The events of the past few days had left her on edge, her mind racing with questions and doubts. She glanced at the clock on her computer screen, the minutes ticking by agonizingly slow as she waited for any sign of progress on her latest story. Her investigation into the vigilante had hit a dead end, the trail growing cold with each passing day. Just as she was about to give up hope, her phone rang, the shrill sound cutting through the silence of the newsroom like a knife. With trembling hands, she reached for her phone and answered the call, her heart pounding in her chest. "Hello?" she said, her voice tense with anticipation. There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, the silence stretching out uncomfortably as Hana waited for a response. "Hana," a familiar voice said, the sound sendi