Mia’s pov
“I didn’t organize any assassins.” I repeated, my voice louder and firmer this time in case Collins didn’t hear me the first time.
“Then we should thank whoever did because this is wonderful.” He chimed.
My heartbeat tripled at the thought of anything happening to Jonathan; I shouldn’t care about him, but I did.
“Collins, now is not the time, okay?” I snapped, hanging up before he got the chance to say anything else.
Who could have done this? Why now? Was it my father?
My mind was racing with thoughts too much for me to process; I forced myself up from the bed and plunged into the bathroom. I turned the faucet and splattered water over my face.
“Calm down, Mia; let’s try to figure this out. I said to myself as I looked into the mirror.
But I think I was forgetting to as
