My calls to her cellphone go straight to voicemail. My home security is clueless about her whereabouts.
As a last resort, I call Ella, my hands unsteady on the phone.
“She isn’t home yet.” Ella’s voice sounds clipped. “She left first thing this morning for Blackwood headquarters for an interview.”
My heart sinks. Seren should have been back at the estate by now. I’m about to hang up when Ella adds, “Why? What happened? Did she not get the job?”
I let out a harsh breath, my mind racing. What if she went home and no one noticed? The thought makes my chest feel tight, a tiny spark of hope flickering inside me. “Ella, go to her room and check if anything seems out of place.”
There’s a pause. “Okay, sure. I’ll call you back in five minutes.”
“No, Ella. Now.”
The silence on the line feels
