~CELINE~
Later that night, I found myself pacing the length of my bedroom like a caged animal, my footsteps falling silent against the plush carpet. The phone on my bed seemed to mock me from where it lay connected to the charger, its presence both a lifeline and a burden. After my conversation with Justin, I'd retreated here, my mind had become a chaos of conflicting thoughts and strategies.
I felt foolish and trapped, overwhelmed even.
What was the right move here? Every path seemed to lead to a dead end, every choice filled with danger. The conversation with Justin had left me more unsettled than I cared to admit. His offer of help had seemed genuine, but I'd learned the hard way that genuine doesn't always mean trustworthy.
I couldn't trust Ragnar either, I was trying to use the m
