~Snow~
I stared at Storm's phone screen until my eyes burned, scrolling through the photos one more time.
In another picture, Bianca clutched a framed photo of us from last Christmas—back when I'd still been stupid enough to think she loved me.
"She was the best sister anyone could ask for," the caption under the photo read. "I can't believe she's gone. My heart is shattered."
My hands clenched into fists so tight my knuckles went white. The phone screen cracked slightly under the pressure, and I forced myself to loosen my grip before I shattered it completely.
I wanted to scream. To throw the phone across the room. To storm back to Ivory City right now and walk into that memorial service just to see the look on Bianca's face when she realized I was alive.
But I couldn't.
Because I
