Drake pushed open the front doors of the mansion, his brows knitted with concern. The place felt emptier than usual—too still. He called out softly, hoping to hear Samantha’s voice echo back, but there was nothing. Not even a sign of her grandfather or Lee.
She was sick last night. She should’ve been resting. So where was she?
He pulled out his phone and tried calling her again. Still off. A sinking feeling settled in his chest.
“Drake?” a voice said behind him.
He turned to see Samantha’s cousin standing by the staircase, arms crossed with a curious smirk. “What are you doing here? Weren’t you supposed to be with Sam?”
His frown deepened. “What do you mean?”
She tilted her head. “Seriously? You look like you just walked into a plot twist. You really don’t know?”
Drake stepped close
