ELARA
The moment I heard the news of Emmeline’s wedding, my hands trembled as I reached for my phone.
My heart pounded as I dialed her number, hoping—no, praying—that she would answer. The phone rang once, then twice, and then it went to voicemail. I called again. And again. Each time, my desperation grew.
She wasn’t picking up.
She hadn’t been online since the last time she spoke to us, when she abruptly announced her decision to marry Cedric. That had been days ago, and now, she had vanished completely—no calls, no messages, no updates. It wasn’t like her. Something felt wrong, but I had no way of knowing what.
I needed to see her. I needed to hear her voice, to look into her eyes and confirm that she was truly okay.
With no other option, I made my way to my parents’ house. I knew
