*Gabe’s POV*

I was at home, phone in hand, unsure whether to text Olivia or not. But I knew sooner or later I’d have to, to ask what she planned to do. Plus, I’d left my watch in her room last night, and I needed it back. She’d sold it once before, and I wasn’t sure if she had any reason not to do it again.

Deciding to ask if she was home, I went to type her name and accidentally opened a webpage, feeling the world collapse around me. The first headline I saw was: “Jorel ...