Jordan’s POV
When the call came, I didn’t even think twice. I grabbed my keys and told Elle to meet me by the front gate. The police had found Amelia, alone, scared, but alive.
The moment Elle heard it, her knees almost gave out. I caught her before she fell. Her hands were shaking, and for the first time since I’d known her, she couldn’t speak. She just nodded, grabbed her purse, and ran with me to the car.
The drive felt endless. The city lights blurred by, every red light another test of patience I didn’t have. Elle sat beside me, silent, holding her phone tight against her chest like it was keeping her heart from breaking again.
“She’s okay,” I said quietly, though I didn’t even know if that was true. “They said she wasn’t hurt.”
Elle nodded, her voice small. “I just want to see h
