Caleb's POV

I was sitting at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the half-empty cup of coffee in front of me, when my phone buzzed. The message was from Camilla, and it was short, and to the point.

"Meet me at the spot. No calls. It’s not safe anymore."

I read the text twice, feeling the weight of each word settle over me. Something had changed. Camilla was always careful, but this message was different, urgent.

Phone calls had always been risky, but we’d managed to keep communication open. Now, it seemed like that option was gone too.

I stood up, pulling my jacket over my shoulders as I made...