Izzy’s POV
Nah, it wasn’t a bomb.
When we finally opened that small bag that night, all we found was Shantel’s phone. Her cracked, old, black phone. The one that had gone missing since the day she disappeared.
You should’ve seen our faces. We looked like three people who expected to find a ghost inside a box and instead got… a phone. Just a phone.
But that didn’t mean it wasn’t serious. Because that phone had been gone for weeks. And now it suddenly came back from the woods—with Kayla of all people? Yeah. It screamed trouble.
Weeks passed after that night, and things had started to look normal again. Well, sort of.
Shantel was healing. You could tell from the way she laughed again, from the way she had started brushing her hair more, and how her cheeks were finally filling up. She d
