Liana's Pov

It had been three torturous days since I'd last heard from Mason. Three week long days, each of them filled with silence. I comforted myself that he was fine. I told myself that if anything was amiss, I would know. But the truth was that each ring of my phone twisted my stomach into a knot. Each whispered moment when the screen stayed black made me worry more.

That evening, as I was curled up on the couch in the living room, my phone buzzed in my lap. My heart skipped even before ...