P.O.V Mason:

While I'm at work, focused on my tasks, I receive a call from the house manager.

"Mr. Mason, Miss Paige has been in the bathroom of her room for several hours, and I tried speaking to her from the door, but I didn't get a response," she says, sounding distressed.

"How many hours has it been?" I ask, paying attention to what she's saying.

"About two and a little more," she replies nervously.

"Alright, I'm on my way there," I end the call, feeling worried and confused.

As I make my way home, I call my mother and ask her if everything went well when they met, as they spent the whole morning together.

"We talked about what we'll be doing these days before the trip. We coordinated the day and time to start doing everything we need to do, and everything went fine, son. Is everything alright?" she asks, concerned.

"Yes, Mom, everything's fine. I'll call you later, I'm driving right now," I reply, feeling nervous.

"Alright, take care, love you," she says, ending the call after I