Marian pov
Standing at the door, my eyes were already puffy from all the tears I’d shed. I spent the entire night tossing and turning, desperately trying to reach Scarlett, but my calls went unanswered. I paced around the building like a caged animal, letting the tears flow freely. Just as I was about to head back inside—because apparently, the police think you have to wait a whole 24 hours to declare someone missing—I thought, "Fine, I’ll just chill for a bit."
I swung the door open, one leg crossed over the other, when suddenly I heard a voice call out, “Marian?” Oh, sweetie, I’m ready for a lecture. I whipped around, my eyes nearly popping out of my head in disbelief.
“Scarlett?” I shouted, racing down the stairs like I was in a rom-com. We threw ourselves into a tight embrace. Wher
