Maddison Lorenzo.
I drop the phone first. It’s hard to even look at it, hard to believe it could be real. But I have to try. I have to see for myself.
My hands are shaking as I pick it up, staring at the screen. I turn the phone over a couple of times like it might be a trick. Then I stop, take a shaky breath, and start typing back.
“Zo? Is it you?”
I send it and let go of the phone like it’s on fire, biting down on my knuckle to keep myself together. I swallow hard, my eyes glued to the screen.
Typing…
They’re typing. My heart tries to beat its way out of my chest. I sit on the edge of my bed, snatching the phone back up just to be sure.
The typing stops. Instead, the screen lights up with an incoming video call.
I panic. A full-body, breath-stealing panic. But I take one deep br
