CHAPTER FIFTY

DANIEL'S POV.

As I walked away from Jessica, the sting of our argument still fresh in my mind, I couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and guilt. I had come to this party with the intention of having a good time, but now everything had changed. I needed to find Alex and let him know that we would be leaving, but as I scanned the room, he was nowhere to be seen.

I made my way back to the main area of the party, the music pounding in my ears, drowning out my thoughts. The room was now filled with a sea of people—making me wonder just how many people Alex knew—their laughter and chatter blending together into a cacophony of sound. I felt a sense of detachment as I stood there, an observer amidst the chaos.

My eyes darted around, searching for any sign of Alex. I noticed groups of friends talking and laughing, couples dancing and swaying to the rhythm of the music. But Alex was nowhere to be found. I felt a knot tightening in my stomach, a sense of unease settling over me. Why wasn'