The unanswered calls, the blocked numbers, and the mocking posts gnawed at her. Sitting still felt impossible. Clara stopped pacing, her resolve hardening. “I have to find them,” she said, her voice steadier than she expected. “If they won’t come to me, I’ll go to them.”
Her parents exchanged anxious looks but still didn’t intervene. Phoebe stood quickly. “You mean the hotel? The honeymoon suite?” Clara nodded. “That’s where they’ll be. And I’m not going to spend another night wondering.”