Emma POV

The phone trembled in my hand.

Not because it was vibrating.

Because I was.

I stared at Ethan’s name on the screen until my eyes burned. One bar of signal flickered, then vanished. My thumb hovered, hesitated, pressed call anyway.

Nothing.

The screen blinked. Searching. Searching.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice barely sound. “Please…”

I tried again.

Straight to voicemail.

My chest tightened so hard I had to press my palm against it. The room felt smaller suddenly. ...