Devon’s POV
The next morning I was woken up to birds chirping, and the dim light of predawn coming through my window. I am reminded why spring is my favorite time of year.
I immediately check my phone and see that I have a couple messages from Tara, with different time stamps. The first was sent about 7 hours ago, and the second one was sent about two hours after the first one.
Tara: OK, I promise not to do anything rash! I don’t wanna be stuck in Belgium any longer than I have to! I was already deleting our conversations, so no worries.
Tara: I just can not stand it here any longer! I’m going to kill Marcell tonight! How soon can you come and get me?
Something is not adding up here. And I have a bad feeling that Tara might be in danger. I don’t want to appear to be suspic
