Missing

Vaughn’s POV

I pulled Calla’s bedroom door shut, the latch clicking with a sharp finality in the dim hallway. Turning around, I froze. Cleo stood just a few paces away. Her small fingers twisted the hem of her shirt into tight, anxious knots. Wide, tear-filled eyes darted from the dark wood of the door to my face, searching for answers she couldn't voice. She remained silent, but the thick tensio