Chapter 11

Phil's POV

After the meeting with George and the elders ended, I decided to go check on Antonia before going to bed. I had grown fond of her but wasn't I doing too much?’ I thought to myself as I reached her door. I never wanted her to feel like I was nagging, my hand hesitating over the door handle.But as I turned to leave, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

I pushed open the door, my eyes scanning the room. Antonia was nowhere to be found. Her bed was untouched, and her belongings were still scattered around the room. A faint scent of her lingered in the air, but it was clear that she had left in a hurry.

My instincts kicked in, and I scanned the room more closely. There was no sign of struggle or disturbance, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

I knew Antonia wasn't in a right state of mind ever since she got information concerning Campston.