Pandora's POV

I sat on the edge of the living room couch, biting my nails and glancing at the clock every few minutes. The silence of the house seemed louder than usual.

My thoughts circled around one thing: Wilson. I had hoped that by now, Rolan and Caleb would have worked some magic, and pulled him out of his misery. But there was no word yet.

I paced the room, unable to sit still. Rolan had told me not to worry, but how could I not? Wilson had locked himself up, drowning in grief and emotions he wouldn’t talk about. I had never seen him like this.

It tore at...