VINCENT

“Lyra, are you okay?" I asked, my hands clenched around my phone as I tried to steady my voice.

But all I heard was a broken whisper, faint, trembling.

“Save me…” She begged again before the line went silent.

My chest tightened, rage and fear twisting inside me at the same time. I pulled the phone from my ear, staring at her name on the screen. Her voice was weak, but it was real. She was alive.

I got up from my chair, grabbing my keys with trembling fingers. My mind raced. Where was she? The sound of her voice being that weak drove me nuts and all I...