DAMON'S POV
I clenched my fists as I watched Miss Clark run off after her conversation with whoever it was on the phone.
My family was confused by her sudden exit, which left them in shock. My mother’s voice cut through the awkward silence.
“Who was on the phone? Why would she leave like that without saying anything?”
I could feel their eyes on me, expecting answers. But I had none.
“I don’t know,” I muttered through clenched teeth, frustrated.
“Damon, you have to call her!” Linda, one of my cousin sisters, insisted. “Something might be wrong with her.”
“She’ll be fine,” I replied, my voice was colder than I intended.
How was I supposed to do that when I didn't even have her number.
“You all should get going, it's getting late. I’ll let you know when she’s back.” I needed the
