INT. SMALL APARTMENT – NIGHT
A dim room. Rain taps against the window.
YASSINE (25) sits alone at a table, staring at his phone.
On the screen: “1 NEW VOICEMAIL.”
He hesitates before pressing PLAY.
His mother’s voice fills the room.
MOTHER (V.O.)
Yassine… call me when you get this. It’s important.
The message ends.
Yassine checks the time: 2:17 AM.
He immediately calls her.
No answer.
He calls again.
Nothing.
He stands, worried.
Suddenly—
BUZZ.
A new message appears.
UNKNOWN NUMBER:
Don’t call her.
Yassine freezes.
He types:
YASSINE:
Who is this?
Three dots appear.
Then:
UNKNOWN NUMBER:
Someone who knows what happened.
Yassine’s face changes.
INT. APARTMENT – CONTINUOUS
He calls his mother again.
Still nothing.
Then another message.
UNKNOWN NUMBER:
Look under the table.
Yassine slowly looks down.
Under the table is a small wooden box.
He pulls it out.
He doesn’t remember seeing it before.
Inside: an old photograph of Yassine and his mother.
On the back, handwritten:
“For when you’re ready.”
Yassine opens the rest of the box.
There is a letter.
He reads.
His eyes fill with tears.
YASSINE
Why didn’t you tell me?
A sound comes from behind him.
CLICK.
The apartment door unlocks.
Yassine turns.
The door slowly opens.
His mother stands there.
Alive.
Yassine stares at her in disbelief.
YASSINE
Mom?
She looks at the phone in his hand.
MOTHER
You got the message.
YASSINE
Who sent it?
She doesn’t answer.
Instead, she walks toward him.
MOTHER
I needed to know if you were ready.
YASSINE
Ready for what?
She takes the photograph from his hand.
MOTHER
To know who your father really was.
Silence.
Yassine looks at her.
YASSINE
You told me he died when I was five.
His mother sits down.
MOTHER
I told you what I thought would keep you safe.
Yassine slowly sits opposite her.
Outside, the rain becomes heavier.
His phone buzzes again.
Both look at it.
Another message from the unknown number:
“NOW ASK HER ABOUT
