WILLOW'S POV.
I was still sitting there, lost in thought, trying to understand why the visions had returned so suddenly, when a sharp knock at the door startled me.
“Who’s there?” I called out, turning to the door.
“It’s Caleb,” came a muffled reply from the other side. “Have you seen Scott anywhere today?”
“He should be in his room,” I called back.
But Caleb’s voice returned, sounding more worried this time. “That’s just it — he’s not there.”
I paused for a moment, confusion clouding my mind. “Give me a moment,” I said quickly.
Grabbing a towel, I dried my hands and hurried to get dressed. My thoughts spun fast, bumping into one another. Why would Scott be missing from his room?
I fastened my shirt and opened the door. Caleb stood there, looking uneasy. His dark hair was damp with
