Kyrie's POV
Just as Cal and I stood there in that quiet, intense moment, a soft knock on the door made me freeze. My mom’s voice drifted through, calm but laced with that strange tension she’d been carrying all week.
“Kyrie? Everything okay in there?”
My heart jumped, and Cal instantly took a small step back, his body shifting instinctively as if preparing to face whatever waited on the other side of the door. The knock came again, firmer this time, and then, without waiting for a response, she opened the door.
The second I saw her, something shifted inside me, like a veil lifting. Memories flooded my mind in quick flashes—a day, years ago, when she’d gone missing without a trace, the weeks of heartbreak that had followed, the desperate hope that we might find her. The memories crashed
