Chapter 5

The sound of that ICU flatline alarm is something I will never forget for the rest of my life.

Time of death: 10:37 PM.

I opened my call logs and found Ethan's number.

The last connected call was at 22:06, lasting forty-seven seconds.

I had called him seventeen times.

After 22:13, every single call went straight to voicemail because his phone was off.

Even now, there was no text back.

Maybe he hadn't seen my message.

Or maybe he saw it, and just didn't want to reply.

A nurse walked over and handed me a clear plastic evidence bag.

Inside…