That night, Rose tossed and turned nonstop. The bed felt too warm, too heavy, almost choking her with silence. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. She could feel it sitting on her chest like a weight she couldn’t shake off.
First, Lucas wasn’t home.
Second, Sophia wasn’t replying to her messages.
Rose picked up her phone again and typed another text.
Sophia, where are you? Call me. Please.
She stared at the screen, waiting—nothing. Not even the “delivered” sign moved.
Her heart began to race. She dialed Sophia’s number with shaky hands. It rang… once, twice, three times, no answer.
A sharp fear shot through her chest.
Rose jumped out of bed, grabbed the clothes on her chair, and hurriedly pulled them on. Her fingers trembled as she buttoned her shirt. She didn’t even bother checki
