Cole's POV
I couldn’t sleep.
Not because the bed was uncomfortable, but because my mind wouldn’t stop circling the same thought—Emily.
Her spoilt phone was all we’d found. No trail, no clue, nothing that made sense. It was like she’d vanished into thin air.
I sat there in the dark, elbows resting on my knees, just staring at the faint glow from the streetlight bleeding through the curtains. My chest was tight, my jaw aching from clenching it so hard.
The door creaked open.
Viola stepped in quietly, wearing a silk nightgown the color of red wine. It shimmered under the faint light, her hair loose around her shoulders. Any other guy would’ve been distracted, but my head wasn’t wired for that right now.
“I can’t sleep,” she said, almost like a confession. Her voice was softer than usu
