Ethan’s POV

I stood in the street until my legs ached, until the cold slipped into my bones. Finally, I forced myself back inside.

The apartment was still, the same stillness it had carried since she vanished. I dropped my phone on the nightstand and collapsed onto the bed without turning on the light.

Sleep didn’t come easy, but exhaustion pulled me under.

The shrill ring of my phone yanked me awake. Morning light pressed faint through the blinds. I fumbled for the phone, my chest ...