Roman's POV
The cracked phone sat in my palm like a shattered promise.
I stared at it, the screen spiderwebbed with damage, Ariana's wallpaper faintly visible beneath the destruction. Her smile. My hoodie. Her eyes looking up like she had no idea the world could burn.
Now it was.
"It's hers," I said, my voice like ash.
Alex stood beside me, his jaw clenched tight. "f**k. Her location cut out here, right?"
"Yeah." I tucked the phone into my pocket like it was sacred. "Which means this is where it happened."
The street was abandoned. A stretch of cracked asphalt and flickering streetlights. The silence around us didn’t feel empty. It felt watched.
Alex crouched near the curb, scanning the area. "No blood. No struggle marks. Just the phone. She probably didn’t even see it coming."
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