CLARK POV
The moment the first light of dawn crept through the cracks in the blinds, I was up, adrenaline still pumping, despite the sleepless night. I was ready to get moving. My whole body screamed for action, for something—anything—that would lead me to Sara.The whole night felt like a haze, a strange, twisted blur of conversations, warnings, and half-truths that I couldn't seem to shake. I wasn't even sure what I was looking for anymore, but I had to find Sara. I had to know she was okay, even though the little voice inside me had already started whispering that okay didn't mean what it used to.
Just as I was about to step out, Lucas stirred. He was still half-dazed, but when he heard me moving, his eyes snapped open. "Wait for me," he said, his voice rough but determined. "I'll help you search for your friend."
