CHAPTER 142

Kayla’s POV

Connor's car purred down the road, the engine's calm cadence a stark contrast to my current mood.

I clutched my phone, my thumb hovering over Adrian's contact for the hundredth time. I hit the dial again. Silence. Voicemail. Again. “Aarrrggghhhh!” I shouted with frustration.

“Damn it, Adrian,” I muttered under my breath, shoving the phone into my bag.

Connor glanced at me from the driver's seat, his brow furrowed in concern. “Maybe he turned off his phone,” he suggested. “After that bomb he dropped, I'm sure a lot of people are trying to reach him now.”

“Yeah, maybe,” I sighed. “His father probably took his phone.”

Connor raised an eyebrow. “What is he, ten years old?”

I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. “Sometimes it feels like it. Well, from what Sophia told me about Mr. Roosevelt, I wouldn’t put it past him. No wonder Adrian ran away from home.”

We drove in silence for a moment, the city lights blurring outside the window. The weight of my worry pressed down o