16
~Dylan’s POV
I tried calling again.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Each ring stretched out longer than the one before it, like something was pulling at my chest and refusing to let go. I stood still this time, not pacing, not sitting, just listening to the sound and hoping it would break. Hoping she would answer, even if it was just to tell me to stop.
The call rang out.
Again.
No answer. No pause on her end. No sign that she even hesitated.
Just silence.
“She cannot do this,” I said out loud, my voice rough. “She cannot just erase me.”
I dialed again, almost angry this time, like forcing the number would force her to pick.
Straight to voicemail.
I exhaled sharply and dropped onto the couch, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees. My phone rested in my hands, the screen glo
