Adina's POV

The cold metal of the phone was a chilling presence in my trembling hand. The silence on the other end, the endless ringing that led to a blank void, was a deafening roar in my ears. He wasn't picking up. He wasn't answering. My heart, a frantic drum against my ribs, was pounding with a terrifying rhythm. The dream, the one I had tried so hard to forget, was no longer a haunting vision. It was a terrifying reality. I knew, with a bone-deep certainty that something had ...