Samantha could just barely make out the words on the screen as she typed.

She kept thinking about how Caleb had been so still the past few days, how his face showed that he was both helpless and angry, but it didn't help her understand anything new.

She hoped that something, anything, would make her believe that the beliefs they shared were important enough for him to fight for them.

His silence, on the other hand, spoke loads.

When she was done, she let out a frustrated groan and squeezed the bridge of her nose to fight the headache that was starting to form inside.

Her phone, which was the...