Leone
The moment that chilling silence comes through, I know with sickening certainty something has gone terribly wrong. This isn’t a call dropping. It’s not the gradual fade of bad reception or a poor connection.
It’s a violent silence.
Like something was crushed—smashed.
“Fallon?” Her name is a panic-stricken shout as I bark it into the phone. My stomach drops into a frozen pit of dread, and my breath turns to ice in my chest when she doesn’t answer. I yank the phone away, and the screen confirms my worst fear. The line’s dead. Completely disconnected.
Desperation twists inside me, a gut-wrenching sensation I haven’t felt in years. My lungs lock up, each inhale shuddering through my entire body as if something has crawled into my chest and is choking the life out of me. It doesn’t t
