My frantic hands squeezed up my dress at the anxiety eating me up. Again, I stared out the window. It was oddly quiet down there, a big contrast to what I thought it would look like today, judging from Vince's cryptic words.

I couldn't sleep all night. His words had gone into a loop in my head. And when I woke up this morning, I was an anxious mess.

He didn't return to the room either. If he did, then maybe I would have gotten the chance to ask what he meant. When he said they knew he was ...