Sophia’s P.O.V

The next morning, everyone was sitting around the living room, the tension so thick you could practically cut it with a knife. Edmund kept pacing back and forth, muttering under his breath about how something wasn’t adding up, while Vee was hunched over the laptop, trying to trace any clue that might lead to Nathan.

I was slumped on the couch, my hands clutching a mug of cold tea I hadn’t touched in an hour. My mind kept running in circles, imagining all the ...