Cassie shut the door behind her, pressing her back against it as she exhaled shakily. The house felt eerily silent now—like all the life had been drained from it the moment Elisia walked out.
She had to do something. Sitting here, drowning in guilt, wasn’t an option.
Her fingers twitched at her sides. Think.
Elisia wasn’t answering her calls, and Cassie doubted she ever would. But there had to be another way. Someone who could help. Someone Elisia might actually listen to.
Their father.
Cassie hesitated, gripping her phone so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Calling their father wasn’t something she did often—at least, not for something like this. He wasn’t the type to get involved in their drama, always insisting they work things out on their own. But this wasn’t just some sisterl
