TOBY
The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, but it did not help to lighten the heavy mood in the house. I sat on the edge of the couch, rubbing my forehead, while Jamie and Zac stood by the kitchen counter, arms crossed, looking just as frustrated as I felt.
“Seriously, we need to figure out what’s going on with Amber,” Jamie said, breaking the silence. “She’s avoiding us, and it’s not like her. She’s not just upset—something changed. I can feel it.”
I exhaled and leaned back. “I know. I’ve been thinking about it all night. She’s distant, cold… like we’re ghosts. And it’s not just today. Since what Professor Han told her, she’s been acting different.”
Zac nodded, pacing a few steps. “Exactly. We can’t ignore it anymore. She’s not going to come to us willingly, and if we let
