Evelyn
I wake early to the faint vibration of my phone against the nightstand. It’s on silent, but I can just make out the soft hum. I ignore it. I don’t feel like talking, and I figure it’s probably one of Thaddeus’s family members. Stretching, I sit up—and the events of the last twenty-four hours slam into me.
Lana is dead.
Thaddeus sits in the armchair at the end of the bed, unmoving, staring off into space like a statue. Ryland sleeps soundly beside me, and Orion is nowhere in sight. The room is heavy with silence.
My only family is gone.
I can’t wrap my head around it. The truth doesn’t feel real.
Thaddeus hasn’t moved since I woke. Lost in thought—or not really here at all. I slip out of bed, grab my phone. Five missed calls. All from Lana.
My heart clenches. She’ll never call
