Opening her door, she saw the medical kit and Mitchel's blood-stained clothes. The room felt incredibly empty, and a wave of sadness washed over her.

Marlowe ran her hand over the neatly made bed, shook off the creeping negativity, and jumped onto the bed with a grin.

After spending the last two nights on the couch, she was thrilled to be back in her own bed.

Just then, her phone buzzed with urgency. It was her best friend from the capital, Milly, bombarding her with messages.

"Reply to me!"