*Trinity's POV*
A sense of dread began to fill me as the images swirled around me and I recognized a familiar scene taking place. I was sitting on my bed, alone, with a phone in my hand as a storm raged outside the window.
There was a loud noise, and the phone suddenly disconnected.
My heart clenched, and I knew something was wrong. I was in shock. It was so loud…all of it was so loud. I had no idea what had happened, but my mind was quickly making educated guesses. The storm, the sound of tires on the ground, Nate’s scream…
Before I could stop myself, I threw up on the side of the bed in the bucket Nate had stored there for me.
I heard nothing on the other end except the dead ringing of the disconnected line.
Despite no one being on the other end, I screamed into the phone, praying it was a lost signal and he’d come back. "Nate?! NATE!"
Only he didn’t, and he wouldn’t.
Suddenly, a crying baby could be heard through the phone line and my panic returned tenfold.