POV: Chloe 

The signal dropped at 3:47 PM. One bar, then none, then the blank silence of a phone that has nothing and no one to connect to. 

I stared at the screen for three seconds and then put it away and looked at Tristan's face and focused on what I could actually do, which was hold his hand and talk to him and keep him awake.

Except he wasn't awake anymore...

His breathing was still present and his pulse still moved under my fingers but his face had gone still in a way that made something very cold happen in my chest.

"Tris." I squeezed his hand. Nothing. 

"Tristan....