Chapter 5

Helen's gaze froze on Vincent's phone screen.

The photo showed a stretcher draped in a white sheet, my coach panicking at the side.

On the stretcher, someone lay motionless—her face pale and calm, the medical staff had tidied her up with care.

It was the face of a girl.

Her face was thin, almost fragile, with a delicate nose. Her lips were a dark purple, and her eyes were hollowed out.

This wasn't the Taylor she remembered—the boy from her memories. Not even close.

Helen's entire frame locked up; the hysterical screams that had been tearing from her throat moments…