*Roanne’s POV*

The insistent trill of my phone shattered the morning silence. I fumbled for the device, disoriented, the remains of a dark dream clinging to the edges of my consciousness.

"Roanne! Are you awake? Have you seen it?" Lizzie's voice came through in a frantic burst, crackling with urgency and barely contained hysteria.

"Seen what?" I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep as I struggled to match her pace, to comprehend the chaos she was spilling ...