Sophia Moore's POV

When I woke up the next morning, the room was empty.

I glanced around and figured Xavier must've already left for work.

I stepped out of the bedroom and saw a simple breakfast on the table—sandwiches and milk, neatly arranged.

Just then, my phone rang. It was Ava.

"Sophia, turn on the news right now!" Her voice was sharp, tinged with panic.

I tapped open the news app, and my heart ...