ZIRA

It was quiet. Too quiet as I walked in the woods. It was so quiet; my footsteps in the snow echoed around me like in an acoustic room. My breath was visible, and a chill surrounded me like a bad omen. I am really missing my room right now. 

The closer I got to the cliff, the tighter I pulled my coat in. I kept thinking about what to do. I tried calling Isaiah and Isabella, but nothing went through. Maybe Alaia tapped their phones or something.  

I reached the tree line and spotted a cloaked figure near the cliff’s edge. I could tell it was Alaia by the...