× Trix ×
I'm sorry but I can't do that. I can’t stop. My mind’s spiraling, every worst-case scenario playing out like a horror movie in my head.
“Or what if... what if Ryder’s already dead, and they’re just pretending he’s alive to mess with us? They could be using his identity, sending fake messages to lure us in. We could be walking right into a trap—”
“Trix!” Alvera cuts me off, her voice sharp. “He’s not dead. And no, they’re not sending fake messages. We’ve confirmed his capture through multiple sources. Now can you please calm down?”
It is not my fault to think of this. And trust me, I do not wish that he is.
“You’re sure? Like, completely sure?” I just had to ask.
“Yes, Trix. Completely sure,” she says through gritted teeth. “You’re acting like this is some grand conspir
