Tiffany sat curled on her bedroom floor, phone resting on her knee, screen blank and accusing. The picture of Landon whispering to April, hand against the wall, eyes too familiar had disappeared after she blinked. She’d seen it, she knew what she saw… but now there was nothing.
No trace.
Just like April.
Her door creaked open.
“Hey,” Cole said gently, stepping in. “You weren’t at breakfast.”
Tiffany looked up. “I wasn’t hungry.”
He sat beside her on the floor without asking.
She had told him about the picture and he had listened, acting as if he didn’t hear any of Riley’s outbursts last night.
Instead, she passed him her phone. “It was there last night. A photo. Him and April. Then it disappeared.”
Cole frowned, scrolling through her messages. “No backup?”
“No number. No name.
