Stepping into his world?

Phoebe’s POV

I held the phone to my ears, my fingers trembling with frustration and disbelief. I had just finished a desperate, pleading call to my father after everything I had done to get Antonio to call my parents to get me out of here, even to the point of acting crazy and destroying things just to have one phone call.

But instead of comfort or reassurance or finding a way to get me out of here, all I got was a cold, hard click—the sound of the line going dead as my father hung up on me.

I stared at the phone, my vision blurring as tears welled up in my eyes. How could he? How could my own father abandon me when I needed him most?

“You can’t do this to me!” I yelled at the phone, as if my words could somehow reach him. But there was no one to hear me, no one to answer my plea. The room felt like it was closing in on me, everything seemed to be ganging up against me.

I crumpled to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. The reality of my situation crashed over me like a wave, dragging