Bella’s P.O.V.
The room had fallen into another grim silence.
Iris’s call lingered like an ominous echo. Caleb had been in my room—sneaking around like a stranger, suspicious and secretive—and now, Mason’s watch had pinged at the hotel Caleb managed. But what did it all mean?
Matt stood at the head of the table, phone in hand, surrounded by the rest of us—still processing everything, but desperate for answers.
“So what do we think?” Aiden asked, finally breaking the silence. “The tracker says Mason’s there. That’s a fact. But everything else? Just speculation.”
“Exactly,” Blake said, nodding. “We can’t jump to conclusions. For all we know, someone could’ve taken him there. Or maybe he walked in on his own. We need more.”
Ryan scoffed, arms folded tight across his chest. “If he walked
