KAIA'S POV
I was still sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at the last picture on my phone, when a knock came at my door. I jumped, almost dropping the phone, my heart thudding painfully against my ribs.
“Kaia, are you ready to leave?” my father’s voice came through the door.
I quickly stood up, slipping the phone into my pocket. My hands were still trembling a little as I walked over to open the door. Dad was standing there, studying my face carefully. The worry in his eyes deepened when he saw my expression.
“Kaia, what’s the matter?” he asked in a voice full of worry.
My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I felt like the words were stuck somewhere in my chest. Instead, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, unlocking it and handing it to him.
He took it, his brow fu
