WAYLEN
The room was silent, save for the ticking of the old grandfather clock. The incident with Cara and Alora replayed over and over in my head like a broken record. I missed Alora terribly, and something deep inside me whispered that things were not as they seemed.
"Waylen?" Calista's voice broke through my reverie. She stood at the door, her hands resting gently on her pregnant belly. Our second child was due in a few months, and I could see the concern in her eyes. "What's wrong?"
I sighed heavily, rubbing my temples. "It's Alora. I can't stop thinking about her. I miss her, Calista. And I can't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong about the whole situation with Cara."
Calista walked over and sat beside me, her hand resting on mine. "You treated her poorly, Waylen.
