Chapter 4

The signal came back at 11:47 a.m.

I know the exact time because I was watching the clock on the microwave when it happened—that dead gray display suddenly flickering to life, numbers blinking, recalibrating. And in the same breath, my phone exploded.

Not a text. Not a voicemail. A video call.

Grant's name filled the screen, and my hand jerked so hard the phone skipped off the edge of the counter and dropped—straight into the bowl of soup Rowan had just set in front of me. Hot broth splashed my wrist. The screen went dark. But not before I saw…