KAIA'S POV
After breakfast, I grabbed my jacket and headed straight for Mia's house.
I'd tried to call her, but her number wasn’t going through, so I figured I might as well go to meet her, just like we agreed last night.
Standing in front of her house, I took a deep breath, trying to shake the strange feeling in my chest.
It didn’t make sense that her phone would refuse to go through. Not to mention the fact that Mom said she called twice last night, and this morning I haven’t heard a single thing from her. It all felt kind of strange.
I hoped she wasn’t in any sort of trouble.
I raised my hand and knocked on the door. It opened a second later, and there stood Mrs. Ford, Mia’s mom. Her dark hair was tied up in a loose bun, and her apron had a dusting of flour on it.
“Kaia,” she sai
