*Olivia*

“Something’s wrong.”

I bit at my bottom lip nervously as I paced around the living room. Dahlia watched me from the couch, looking just as anxious as I felt. It had been hours since the group had left, and we still hadn’t received any news.

The anxiety was killing me. My whole body was tense, and I was unable to sit down. Dahlia had tried putting on a movie, but it only stirred me up even more.

What was happening right now? Did ...