Caleb’s P.O.V
Before Shane could even process what she had said, I was already moving. Caroline, Jade, and even my father were right behind me, all of us storming down the hall like a force of nature. My pulse roared in my ears as we reached the basement door. My hands fumbled for the key, but my father was faster—he shoved past me, gripping the doorknob with white-knuckled intensity before throwing the door open with a loud, echoing bang.
We charged inside.
The room was empty.
For a moment, I just stood there, my breath caught in my throat, my mind refusing to process what I was seeing—or rather, what I wasn’t seeing. No Aurora. No Mr. Hemming. Nothing but the faint smell of damp concrete and the sight of the overturned covers in the corner, as if someone had struggled. My chest
