Two weeks later…

“Pack yours and Rena's bags. We will be heading back to Atlanta tomorrow," Hunter said immediately Mirabella opened her eyes.

The morning sun hadn’t even fully risen yet. Its golden light filtered gently through the transparent curtains, painting the room in soft amber. Mirabella blinked, still trying to come back to reality. Hunter’s deep, steady voice sounded far too serious for that early hour.

She turned on her side, her hair messy and falling across her face. ...