Alina’s POV
“Sweetheart, why have you been ignoring my calls?” My dad’s voice drips with worry as he walks toward me, his brow furrowed and his steps quick, like each one is pulled by concern. “Do you know how worried I was?” His eyes search my face, warm but troubled.
I force a faint smile, but it feels hollow on my lips. Words sit heavy in my throat, refusing to come.
“How did you get into my house?” I finally manage, my voice edged with confusion.
“I still remember we keep spare keys under the mat,” Elias replies, holding the key up like proof. The small glint of metal might as well be a slap in the face. My jaw tightens, irritation prickling at the back of my neck.
“Thanks,” I mutter, my tone sharp. “I guess I have to change all the locks in the house.”
“You see what I was saying
