Chapter 18: The Reunion
Sharon's POV
I was trembling. My hands wouldn't stop shaking as I grabbed my phone and dialed Lana. It was 2 a.m., but still she picked up on the third ring she always sleep late , voice groggy.
"Lana," I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady. "I think someone was—or still is—in my house."
Liam was behind me, already pulling out his phone. "I'm calling the police," he said.
"No, babe—are you crazy, seriously ?" I stopped him, panic rising.
He stared at me, confused. "Why not?"
Lana's voice crackled through the speaker. "What's going on? , are you guys okay ? "
I looked between them, my breath shallow. "You don't understand. The handwriting… the words written the feeling ... it's her , its must be her ."
"Her?" Liam asked. "Who?"
I felt the scream build in my throat. "It's Scarlett."
The silence was immediate. Lana didn't respond. Liam just stared.
Then Lana scoffed. "Seriously? The fatty Scarlett? my favorite pet ? No way. She's probably hiding in some bunker right now from her own ugliness." She laughed.
Liam gave a nervous chuckle. "Yeah, maybe it's just some rival from our company or a kid playing a stupid prank."
But I couldn't ignore it. I felt it in my bones. "No. I can feel her, guys. It's Scarlett. Believe me you both need to believe me we need to find her ."
The tears came fast. I wiped my face, but they kept falling. and As I broke down, Liam wrapped his arms around me without saying a word then i said to them "Let's meet tomorrow. All of us. At the old place. Bring Jason too. Okay, Lana?"
Lana hesitated, then sighed. "That's crazy, girl. But fine. I'll call him. You're really not calling the cops about this?"
"Of course not," I snapped. "If it's Scarlett… we handle her ourselves she is our problem actually ."
I stared at the dark hallway beyond the phone light, voice low and shaking with rage. "She'll regret ever coming back."