The phone slipped from Luna's trembling fingers. The gunshot echoed in her mind like a death knell.
"Grace!" She dove for the phone, pressing it against her ear. Static. Silence. Nothing.
Grayson caught her as her knees buckled. "Luna, what happened?"
"She's... the gunshot... Grace is..." The words fractured in her throat. Her sister's final warning replayed endlessly: Don't trust anyone. Not even—
"Breathe." Grayson's hands framed her face. "Tell me what you heard."
"I think they found her." Luna's voice broke. "someone shot her, Grayson. My sister is— I think she was shot. She might be dead."
The words hung in the air like shattered glass. Grayson pulled her against his chest, but Luna felt hollow. Empty. Grace had reached out after decades of silence, only to be murdered within ho
