Chapter 15

Althaia

“Do you think they are okay?” I asked our driver, Dario, for the hundredth time.

The poor guy was trapped in the car with me and Cara. I bombarded him with questions and couldn't stop talking. Surprisingly, he remained friendly and showed no signs of annoyance. He kept reassuring me that no one had been harmed, and everyone was safe. But his words failed to provide the comfort I had hoped for.

“Althaia, please shut up and leave Dario alone. He said they are okay, so hush!” Cara scolded and I clamped my mouth shut.

I kept checking my phone to see if I had gotten any messages. I texted Michael a while ago to see if he had heard from my father, but I still had no reply. I sighed and leaned back in the seat, staring out the window, hoping to distract my mind. Then my phone finally buzzed in my hand.

Michael: I just talked to him, and he told me what happened. Shit, Althaia, are you okay?

I breathed out a sigh of relief and tex