TRISTAN'S POV.
"Still no answer?" I asked Greene for about the fiftieth time today as he continued to pace around my office, his phone held to his ear.
Greene shook his head, worry evident on his face as he took the phone from his ear, tapped on the screen a few times, then placed it back to his ear.
It was barely afternoon when the girls left for shopping in town. It's almost six pm, and they haven't returned yet.
Allana is a monster when it comes to outings, especially shopping. I wouldn't normally be surprised if they ended up spending the night and returning tomorrow morning because a few hours of shopping wasn't enough for her to get everything she needed. But there's something else that has Greene feeling unsettled, and if I'm being honest, me too.
Somehow, Allana's number wasn'
