Chloe’s POV

After pacing the room until my legs ached and my head felt like it was about to split open.

Step. Turn. Step. Turn.

Every second that passed felt stolen, stolen from Mira, from safety, from breath itself. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and no matter how many times I pressed them together, the fear refused to settle.

“Think, Chloe,” I muttered to myself. “Just think.”

Zoe had been quiet for a while, sitting on the edge of the bed, her elbows resting on her ...