Tristan's expression tightens slightly, a flicker of concern crossing his features. "Let's go find her," he says, his voice laced with determination. "She might have gone up to her room already. We should make sure she's okay."
I nod in agreement, grateful for Tristan's unwavering support. Together, we make our way through the familiar corridors of the packhouse, the sound of our footsteps echoing softly against the walls. As we approach Billie and Dylan's room, a sense of unease settles over me like a heavy shroud. I hesitate for a moment before reaching out to knock gently on the door, my heart pounding in anticipation of her response.
"Billie? It's me, and Tristan," I call out softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Are you in there?"
Silence greets us from the other side of the do
