Elizabeth’s POV
The rain hadn’t stopped since last night. It drummed against the hostel roof in a steady rhythm, drowning out the noise of the world but not the noise inside me. I lay curled in bed, staring at the cracks on the ceiling, my phone resting heavy in my hand.
I hadn’t slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw May’s face, twisted with rage—or Sebastian’s eyes, blazing with a kind of protection I didn’t deserve. And underneath it all was the steady hum of whispers that followed me everywhere.
When my phone buzzed, I nearly dropped it. My chest tightened as I saw the message.
Unknown Number:
Miss me?
The blood drained from my face. My fingers shook as I scrolled up, confirming what I already knew. This was the same number. The texter. Silent for weeks, but not gone. Never go
