Lena’s POV

Cole’s face went pale with color draining from his cheeks as he stared at his phone like someone had just thrown a bucket of ice-cold water over him.

My stomach twisted aggressively with a fluttering weight settling in my chest as I adjusted uncomfortably in my seat.

“What is wrong?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the panic clawing at my throat.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he swiveled the phone towards me, and my heart stopped on seeing our ...