Sophia’s P.O.V

I was pacing near the grand entrance of the mansion, glancing out every few minutes at the dark driveway. Vee sat on the edge of the sofa, her fingers drumming nervously on her knees.

“Sophia, it’s almost past midnight. He’s been gone for four hours,” she said, her voice tight. I stopped pacing for a moment and sank into the chair across from her.

“I know, Vee… I know,” I murmured, rubbing my face. “It’s just… something feels off. We ...