Daphne’s POV

There are silences that sound like loss before you even confirm it.

The silence in my apartment was one of them.

Too sharp and too heavy. It crawled up my skin like static as I stared at my phone, the last message from Xavier replaying in my head

“The jet’s gone dark.”

Those words had an echo that wouldn’t stop. Gone dark.

Like a switch flipped off the world and left me in the dark with it.

I pressed the phone to my chest and sank onto the couch.

My hands wouldn’t stop ...