The first sign that something was wrong... like very, very wrong was that I saw Oliver walking out of the room that Darcy was in. That alone made my stomach drop.
The second sign was that once I stepped into the room, I did not see Darcy in his usual spot on the couch.
Over the last week, he rarely left that spot. The only times he did was when I forced him to move or dragged him along with me.
So, not to see him there... it made the dread in the pit of my stomach that much bigger and stronger.
I could feel panic rising in me... and I was very close to losing control when I heard heavy steps behind me.
"Valery?"
My eyes shot up to the door behind me as I met Darcy's father's eyes. At first, he looked like he was coming here to continue the conversation they had started before, but th
