MIGUEL'S MANSION
Elizabeth was curled up on her bed, trying to focus on the novel in her hands, but her mind kept wandering. She couldn’t pinpoint why, but she felt unsettled.
Her phone rang.
RING!
The sound snapped her out of her thoughts. She wondered who could be calling at this hour.
She stretched her hand toward the bedside table, picking it up. Her lips curved into a small smile when she saw Cole’s name flashing on the screen.
"Hey, Cole," she greeted, putting the book aside.
"Where are you?" he asked immediately, skipping any formalities. His tone was calm but carried a weight she couldn’t ignore—almost like there was an emergency.
"I’m home," she replied, her brow furrowing. "Why? What’s going on?" Her thoughts were already racing. Cole wouldn’t ask something like that unle
