Sofia

The silence was louder than any scream.

For three days, my phone had been nothing more than an expensive paperweight. I checked it in the morning when the sunlight hit my duvet. I checked it while brushing my teeth, staring at my pale reflection in the bathroom mirror. I checked it under the dinner table, shielding the screen with a napkin.

Nothing.

No "Read" receipts. No typing bubbles. No dark taunts.

Luca had said he would be gone. He had warned me that he had business in the ...