THE FIRST call came just after sunrise.
Sophie had barely finished making coffee when her phone vibrated repeatedly across the kitchen counter. The sharp sound echoed through the quiet apartment, immediately drawing her attention away from the mug in her hand.
She frowned at the screen.
Matthew.
He almost never called this early.
A strange feeling settled in her chest before she even answered.
“Matthew?”
His voice came immediately, lower than usual. “Soph.”
She straightened instinctively. “What happened?”
The background behind him was chaos. Doors slammed somewhere nearby. Several people were shouting over one another, their voices overlapping with the distant crackle of police radios. There was a metallic crash, followed by someone swearing loudly.
Her stomach dropped. “Are you
