Elizabeth’s POV

The night had teeth. Every sound felt sharper, every shadow more watchful as I waited at the corner where Daniel told me to meet him.

He arrived ten minutes late, his hood pulled low, his breath visible in the chill. Without a word, he pulled out a phone and held it up like a trophy. Not his phone, but Ethan’s.

My stomach dropped. “How…”

“He left it at practice,” Daniel interrupted, his voice low and urgent. “Locker room. Like always. He never thinks anyone ...