# Kaira's POV

Three hours earlier, I’d sat straighter on the bed, waiting for Oliver to mention the phone I’d found. His gaze never lifted from his food. Each bite felt like a silent brick wall, so I matched his quiet, pretending my mind wasn’t spinning.

After our meal together, I returned to Camille and Jason, who had also finished eating. This time, I couldn't escape until I told them what they were dying to hear.

They circled me like a pair of cats scenting a secret. I told them what ...