Jonah's POV

I sit motionless in my car, unsure how much time has passed. The relentless downpour continues, mirroring my state of mind. My body protests in discomfort from being curled over the wheel all night. Hunger gnaws at my insides, but I refuse to leave. What if Celeste returns with answers about Sienna's whereabouts?

My tired hands rub my swollen eyes as I look at my phone for the hundredth time. No missed calls. No texts. Just silence.

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