Chapter 81

Lucas’s POV

I was still staring at the ceiling, my hands clenched into fists against the duvet, when my phone buzzed on the nightstand.

The screen lit up the dark room, displaying a name I only called when I wanted the truth unearthed from the grave.

"Speak," I muttered, pressing the phone to my ear.

"She didn't take the bus home, Lucas," the voice on the other end said. It was Miller, the privat