“Something’s wrong here.” Clara wiped her tears with the back of her hand, her breathing ragged. “I can’t live with this,” she said suddenly, her voice cutting through the silence. “I can’t just sit here while they pretend this is normal. I need answers.” Her parents exchanged worried glances but didn’t try to stop her.
Phoebe leaned forward, her eyes fierce. “Then we’ll find them. Together.” Clara rose from the couch, pacing as fragments of the day looped through her mind—Liam’s trembling hands, the flicker in his eyes when he looked at her, the way he seemed… trapped. It didn’t add up. None of it added up.