Elizabeth's POV

The morning after the rain I woke up with my chest tight. I had slept, but it wasn’t restful. The faces from yesterday kept visiting me like bad weather — May’s bright laugh, Joshua’s calm smile. I tried to push them away, but they sat behind my eyes, steady and cold.

I made coffee, hands shaking, and sat by the window.

My phone buzzed on the table. I almost didn’t pick it up. When I did, my fingers went numb.

A message from an unknown number:

> You ...