Nox

Detonations of red.

Flashes of white.

Explosions—visible to only me—momentarily hindered my vision. Blinking, I tried to make sense of Deloris's text message.

“ALEX GOT INTO A CAR WITH ALTON FITZGERALD. WE ARE FOLLOWING.”

Though the plane ascended higher and higher, my heart fell to an abyss, the place where my stomach used to be.

I read it again.

The words refused to change.

Emotions boiled within me, creating a ...