NATASHA'S POV

NATASHA SAME MORNING, 10:37 AM

The line went dead.

At first, I just stared at my phone like it had betrayed me. I stood there, blinking, lips slightly parted, mind blank.

Did he really just... hang up on me?

Michael. Hung up. On me.

It took a few seconds for it to register, to sink in. And when it did? The disbelief hit like a slap to the face.

My thumb hovered over the screen, waiting. Maybe he’d call back. Maybe he’d say it was a mistake, that he was in a tunnel or lost ...