COURTNEY

It's been fucking days, No calls, no text, no ransom demands.

My eyes squint at the piercing sunlight traveling through my curtains and into my room. I sit up with a frown - one that's been plastered on my face since Zora's public abduction.

When did that happen again? Two? three weeks ago? I don't keep track of the days anymore.

Fuck this. I'd given it more than enough time already. Zora would have come straight here if she'd been released. It's why I chose to stay here with ...