Lysa's POV
The longer I waited, the more anxious I became.
The competition was minutes away from starting, and Jason was nowhere to be seen. That was impossible. He had taken this match incredibly seriously yesterday. He had reviewed strategies, adjusted his schedule, and even reminded me repeatedly about what to prepare and to be punctual.
There was no way he would simply not show up.
I called him several times again — still no answer.
I sent messages, still nothing.
A cold unease began spreading through my chest.
With no other choice, I messaged Jensen and Noah. I waited, staring at my phone, but neither of them replied. The noise of the stadium felt distant and overwhelming at the same time.
Something was wrong.
I immediately left the venue and stepped outsi
