KATRINA'S POV
I called.
It rang twice, then ended.
No voicemail. No reply.
I stared at her name on the screen, waiting for it to light up again. It didn’t. My fingers trembled slightly as I typed the message.
You need to call me. Now.
I had texted her ten minutes ago, and still nothing. A minute passed. Then another. Then four. The silence made my chest tight.
I knew she saw it. Melissa was the type who always kept her phone nearby. She could ignore a call, sure—but not a message. She was reading it. Thinking. Choosing not to reply.
And that hurt more than I wanted to admit.
My thoughts wandered back to the cafeteria. Back to the moment everything shifted.
Before that photo, it was just a regular break. I’d barely touched my salad. Kendra was ranting about a patient who tried to
