CASSANDRA’S POV:
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I woke up to an eerie stillness.
The air inside the small motel room felt heavier than before, as if something had changed while I slept. I blinked against the dim morning light seeping through the dusty curtains, stretching an arm across the bed—only to find it empty.
Too empty…
My chest tightened.
"Dylan?" My voice barely rose above a whisper.
No answer.
I jolted upright, my breath sharp and ragged. My eyes darted through the dim, suffocating room. The battered wooden chair in the corner—empty. The tiny bathroom—door yawning open, the sink bone-dry. A hollow ache twisted in my gut.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, the floor icy beneath my bare feet. Each step sent a fresh wave of dread surging through me. I checked the floor, the nightstand, yanked
