had not texted me.
He had called airport staff.
Twice.
And asked whether I was leaving with Adrian Prescott.
“Why wouldn’t he call me?” I murmured.
My phone had been in airplane mode.
I switched it back on.
Messages flooded the screen.
Most were from people I barely spoke to anymore.
College friends.
A former coworker.
My aunt in Oklahoma.
IS THAT YOU???
Elena call me.
Girl what is happening???
And then Ethan’s messages appeared.
Six of them.
The first had arrived forty minutes earlier.
Where is Lily?
Then:
Call me immediately.
Then:
I know you’re in Houston.
Then:
We need to talk before you do something you’ll regret.
Then:
Elena, please. This is important.
And finally:
Do not go to Marisol’s house.
I stopped breathing.
Adrian noticed.
“What?”
I showed him.
His eyes moved quickly down the screen.
“Who is Marisol?”
“My cousin.”
“The one you’re staying with?”
“Yes.”
