Without a moment to waste, Helga hurriedly grabbed her phone, her hands trembling as she dialed Aron's number. "Aron, please, you have to come! Esme... she's not herself!" Her voice was frantic, the fear spilling over as she relayed the dire situation.
As she spoke, Helga's gaze never left Esme, watching her friend spiral deeper into a darkness that felt all-consuming. She was determined to pull Esme back from the brink, no matter what it took. "Stay with me, Esme! Help is on the way!" she pleaded, her heart heavy with dread and the weight of their shared history.
...
Aron's hand hovered over the phone for a moment, his brows furrowing in deep thought. Helga's voice—so desperate, so unlike her usual calm demeanor—echoed in his ears. Something serious had happened, but she hadn't even given him a chance to ask. His heart quickened, tension building in his chest.
