Chapter 51

Amory's POV.

"Where did she go? She's not answering her phone..." I muttered to myself, pacing through her room, my mind racing. I dialed her number again, my hand trembling slightly as I waited for the familiar sound of her voice. But there was nothing, only the monotonous rings that felt like tiny needles poking at my growing anxiety.

I glanced at the clock—much too late for her to be out without letting anyone know. It gnawed at me, this eerie feeling that something was terribly wrong. Shoving my phone back into my pocket, I closed her door behind me, my heartbeat quickening with every step.

Suddenly, the phone in my pocket vibrated violently, the sensation spreading tension through my body. I fumbled for it, pulling it out with haste, half-hoping it was her, yet dreading what it could be. An unknown number.

“Yes, this is Amory,” I said, my voice low, thick with worry.

“This is the police speaking. You are Emma Smith’s emergency contact, correct?” A calm, official voice spoke on