## Hazel's POV
The shrill ring of my phone jolted me from sleep. I squinted at the clock—3:17 AM. My heart immediately raced. No good news ever came at this hour.
"Hello?" I answered, voice rough with sleep.
"Is this Hazel Shaw?" A stern, official voice responded.
I sat upright, suddenly wide awake. "Yes, who's calling?"
"This is Agent Miller from National Security. I need you to come to the Central Police Station immediately regarding your brother, Henry Shaw."
My blood ran cold. "Henry? What's happened?"
"He's been arrested on charges of espionage. You're listed as his emergency contact."
The word 'espionage' hit me like a physical blow. "There must be some mistake," I stammered.
"No mistake, Ms. Shaw. We expect you within the hour."
The line went dead. I sat frozen, my mind racing. Henry—my estranged half-brother—arrested for espionage? It made no sense.