(Fiona’s POV)

The night eventually grew quiet as I slouched in my bed, and my body slowly released itself from the tension. I slide my palms across my face, heaving out a sigh. I dragged my hand across my bed, reaching for my phone only to see lots of missed calls. Dad had called me.

My heart skipped a beat as thoughts rushed through my head.

“Oh my god, could Marian possibly have called my parents? Fuck!”

In one swift motion, I swiped over to my phone to check my messages and saw that ...