Next Morning...
I couldn't sleep that night, thinking about what Dad had told me regarding Hannah and Louis. My mind was restless, filled with worry about how they were and how we would get to them early the next morning.
At 5:00 AM, my alarm went off, and I was wide awake. Sleep was impossible after that. When it was past six o'clock, I dragged myself out of bed, heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. The water helped calm my nerves a little, but I couldn't shake off the unease.
I dressed simply—black pants and a white shirt. My hair was pulled back into a bun, as always, and I didn't bother with any makeup. There was no need to dress up; today was about getting to my friends, not looking fancy.
By the time I was ready, it was nearly eight o'clock. I grabbed my phone and started heading downstairs. Just as I was about to reach the living room, I noticed Mona rushing out of the house.
