Caspian
I gazed at Ava, concern etched on my face. She was staring blankly ahead, her eyes glassy and unresponsive. Her hands were clenched into fists, and her feet were tapping impatiently on the floor. I could sense her agitation, but I had no idea what was causing it.
"Ava, what's wrong?" I asked, trying to keep my voice gentle.
At first, she didn't respond. Then, in a low, husky tone, she muttered, "Call my brother."
I frowned, taken aback by her request. "Ava, I'm here. You don't need to call your brother. Just tell me what's going on."
But she wouldn't budge. "Call Marcel," she insisted, her voice rising. "Call him now."
I sighed, trying to placate her. I pulled out my phone and dialed Marcel's number, but it went straight to voicemail.
I turned to Ava, who was watching me wit
