Caleb’s P.O.V

Damien and I tore through Harmona’s room like two people desperate for something, anything that might give us a clue about where she went or what she was planning. I couldn't help myself. The room was a mess, luggage discarded, clothes tossed aside, her things scattered everywhere.

It felt wrong, looking through her stuff like this, but I was past caring. We needed answers, and if we had to dig through everything she left behind to find them, then so be ...