I wasn't expecting my phone tracker to send an alert, not from him.
Richard's signal blinked red on my screen, flashing in intervals like a distress call. For a second, I thought it was a glitch. He'd told me he'd be "busy with school," that he'd be out of reach for a few days. I believed him. I wanted to believe him.
But the alert didn't stop. It pulsed steadily, like a heartbeat.
Location: Unknown Zone.
Status: Critical.
My throat went dry. "Why… why is he in danger?"
The rational part of me tried to calm down, maybe his phone had just gone offline, or the tracker had malfunctioned. But the longer I stared at that blinking red dot, the more I felt my composure slip. My mind raced back to that morning he left, the way he kissed my forehead, so gently it almost felt like goodbye.
I should've known.
