CALLIE'S POV
If not for Renan, I would've fallen apart years ago.
The day Millie disappeared, a part of me disappeared with her. I checked my phone every morning, afternoon, and night, waiting for a single message. Just one notification. One ping. One sign that she was still breathing somewhere in this world.
Just an "I'm alive." Or "Don't worry." Or "Soon."
But nothing came.
Days became weeks. Weeks became months. Months became years.
And every single year I waited, I kept texting her anyway.
Millie, where are you?
Please tell me you're okay.
I miss you.
I love you.
Please. Just one reply.
I sent birthday messages she never read. Christmas greetings that sat on "delivered" forever. Random thoughts at 2 a.m. when I couldn't sleep because I was terrified she was dead in a ditch
