Amy's POV

I heard a mechanical crunch and, afterwards, saw the bits and pieces of Antonio's phone fall onto the floor in a pathetic pile. He ended the call between him and his brother in the most extreme way. He didn't walk away after that; he just stood there, perfectly still, like a statue—a perfectly chiseled, dark statue.

"Antonio, please say something..." The silence was getting to me again. I didn't know what to expect from him when nothing was being said for far too long.

Then, he turned around to face me, and there was a flicker of something incredibly wrong deep beneath his eyes—something I couldn't quite read....