Lia woke to the sound of her phone vibrating violently on the nightstand. She reached for it blindly, squinting at the bright screen in the dark bedroom.
4:47 AM.
Seventeen missed calls. Forty-three text messages. Twelve voicemails.
Her stomach sank.
Beside her, Caspian stirred. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know." Lia sat up, scrolling through the notifications. Unknown numbers mostly, but also Sophie, Isla, her mother, even people she hadn't spoken to in years. "Something's happened."
Caspian was already reaching for his own phone. His jaw tightened as he read something on the screen. "Fuck."
"What?"
He turned his phone toward her. The headline made her blood run cold.
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