DANTE'S POV
I wake up this morning having this strange warning something has already happened. It's too quiet I reach for my phone before my eyes are even fully open.
There are no messages. No missed calls.
“Aria?” I call, already standing.
I move through the halls fast, checking rooms I know she wouldn’t be in, then the ones she would. The reading nook by the window. The small balcony she likes because it feels less guarded. The kitchen, where she always forgets to drink the tea she makes. I checked her room, it's empty. The bed untouched.
The panic hits hard and fast — a sharp, suffocating pressure behind my ribs.
“No,” I mutter.
I scan the space, my eyes locking onto the dresser.
One drawer is open. Her clothes are still there, the ones I got her, well most of them and her wedd
