Nathaniel’s POV
Thursday mornings were never supposed to feel like this.
Usually, I woke to sunlight spilling through the blinds, the muffled hum of the city, and the promise of coffee that would clear away the haze of sleep. But today, the first thing I woke to was chaos.
The phone on my nightstand wouldn’t stop vibrating. At first, I thought it was my alarm, but when I rolled over, still half tangled in the sheets, my breath caught.
Missed calls. Too many to count. My lock screen was littered with notifications, a flood of names and numbers I knew and didn’t know. Friends. Colleagues. Family. Unknown numbers.
My brow tightened, confusion tugging at me as I reached for the phone with a sluggish hand.
My fingers felt clumsy, heavy. Then I saw it, headlines flashing in bold, bright l
