Ava’s POV
I barely registered how I drifted off to sleep. The tension and exhaustion had finally caught up with me, and my mind had momentarily surrendered to the haze of fatigue. But the sudden blare of my ringtone jolted me awake, the sound sharp and piercing, dragging me from the fog of restless slumber. My heart pounded against my chest as I sat up rapidly, disoriented for a moment, before I grabbed my phone.
It was Andrew.
I didn't even take a second to breathe before answering, "Andrew?" I practically shouted, my voice laced with panic.
“Ava...” His voice was low, filled with disappointment. “She’s not here. Neither is Tristan.”
My stomach dropped, and I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. “What do you mean? Did you find anything?”
“It’s obvious someone’s been here. The place h
