Jake’s POV
The minute the words left Cara’s mouth, I felt like I had entered an alternative dimension where nothing made sense anymore.
“What the hell do you mean Amelia isn’t in the room?” I asked, repeating those words back to her, hoping they would be somehow different this time.
But Cara wasn’t one for tasteless jokes. Often she didn’t talk at all unless absolutely necessary.
She wouldn’t say something like this unless she was deadly serious.
For her to find me, to call me out of the party, and drag me to a more secluded location, she could only be serious.
“When she didn’t emerge for lunch or dinner, I decided to go into the room,” Cara said. “We searched everywhere, but she just wasn’t there.”
“How can that be?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “That door never opened after you
