(Alison P.O.V)

As I scrambled down the stairs, my mom's urgent voice echoed through the house, pulling me out of my morning haze. "Alison! Breakfast is ready, and you're running late! Ella and Ethan are waiting for you in Ethan's car."

My heart raced as I realized the time. I hurriedly grabbed my bag, barely registering the toast I snatched from my plate as I rushed towards the door. "Thanks, Mom!" I called back, my voice a mix of gratitude and panic.

Outside, the morning air was cool against my skin as I sprinted towards Ethan's car. I yanked open the door and slid into the passenger seat, my breath...