Damiano David and Dove Cameron

Damiano and Dove left their 14-year-old daughter at home in Los Angeles for Damiano's birthday because you didn't want to go to Italy, and school made it impossible. So they left you alone, trusting you.

That was until they found out about all the fires in Los Angeles and they got scared.

Damiano sits up straight, his jaw clenched as he grabs his laptop, his fingers moving quickly, searching for flights. "She's fine," he mumbles, mostly to himself. "She's fine."

Dav presses the phone closer to his ear, pacing the room. Voicemail. Again. “Visit, baby,” she whispers, dialing the number again.

Nothing.

"There are no flights," he says in a harsh, insistent voice. He refreshes the page, clicks on another airline, another route. Nothing. "They landed because of the smoke."

Dove runs her hand through her hair, gripping the phone so tightly her knuckles turn white. “She’s not answering.” Her voice is shaking now.

Damiano exhales sharply, stands up, hands on hips, trying to think. He hates this, being stuck thousands of miles away, completely helpless. "Try again."

“It was!” Dove exclaims sharply, then immediately closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She is scared. Scared.