Olivia Martins

I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands shaking. The world still felt like it had caved in around me, but I couldn’t sit in the rubble forever. I needed answers. I needed something, anything, that would make this all make sense.

“I need a phone,” I told Ryker, my voice barely louder than a whisper.

He nodded like he’d been waiting for me to say it. Without a word, he handed me one and walked out, giving me the privacy I hadn’t asked for but was grateful to ...