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. Looking at that picture now felt like someone was driving a knife between my ribs. Just yesterday she had been laughing, stealing my clothes, acting like she owned every damn thing that belonged to me. Now all I had was a broken phone lying in the middle of an empty street.
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 st
