Evie’s POV

I didn’t know the time I took a cab. I didn’t even remember moving so fast to the roadside. Everything was a blur—just the pounding of my heart and the echo of Maya’s voice in my head.

“We cracked it.”

That’s all it took.

One text. One line. And I was gone.

The cab smelled like old air freshener and cheap cologne. The driver kept humming to himself like there wasn’t a hurricane building in the backseat. My legs wouldn’t stop bouncing. I kept glancing out the window like I could somehow make the car move faster just by staring hard enough.

We cracked it.

My phone was...