Skye’s P.O.V.
I drove through the winding roads of the small town I had lived in my entire life, my mind a tangled mess of confusion and frustration. The truck hummed along as I headed back toward Adam’s house, hoping my big brother could help me figure out what the hell was going on with Lila.
Ever since last night, something had been off. Lila had left early this morning without saying goodbye—a first for us. No kiss, no hug, not even a whispered, “Have a good day.” Just... gone.
I had tried to brush it off at first, thinking maybe she was still rattled about the bill her ex-mother-in-law had dumped on her, but the more I thought about it, the more it gnawed at me. Lila never left without at least a quick goodbye. And that text she sent me earlier? It felt cold, distant. Too distant
