Sylvie wasn’t picking up.
Amelia stood in the living room with her phone pressed to her ear, staring at nothing in particular as the ringing echoed again. And again. And again. Each unanswered call tightened something in her chest, though her face remained carefully calm. She didn't want to start panicking.
"I've called four times. It just rings and rings," Amelia murmured, lowering the phone and immediately trying again.
There was still no answer.
Cole took his own phone, his brows drawn together as he dialed Sylvie’s number himself. He paced slowly while the phone rang, his footsteps heavy against the marble floor. It went straight to voicemail. He stopped walking.
Ryan had been standing quietly nearby, with his arms folded, watching their reactions more than he was watching the pho
