60. The tension.

I pace back and forth in my room, feeling trapped. I know I can't stay cooped up all day, but the thought of going downstairs makes my stomach churn. Adrian's busy down there, and while I long to see him, I dread running into his parents or Gabriella after how they behaved yesterday.

But I need to know if there's any news about Lyra. My best friend is still missing, and I can't just sit here doing nothing. I take a deep breath, steeling myself. "I won't let them intimidate me," I mutter, squaring my shoulders.

Mustering all my courage, I step out of the room and head downstairs. Each step feels like a small act of defiance against those who want me gone.

As I reach the bottom of the stairs, my eyes widen in shock. The entire place is buzzing with activity, being transfor