NOAH
The world didn't just stop; it shattered.
The clipboard in my hand felt like it weighed a hundred pounds, my fingers going numb as the plastic edges dug into my palm. What? Cassian? The name echoed in the cavernous, unfinished space of the construction site, bouncing off the concrete pillars like a death knell. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. My lungs felt like they had been filled with lead, and the bright Spanish sun suddenly felt cold, biting and sterile.
"Where is he? Is he okay?" Alex's voice broke through the ringing in my ears. He sounded urgent, focused, but his voice seemed to be coming from miles away.
"I don't know the details," the worker panted, his eyes darting between us. "Just heard it was serious. They took him to Hospital San Rafael. And there was someone else in the car, another man. They took him too."
My heart didn't just stutter; it stopped. A vacuum opened in my chest, sucking all the air out of the room. Cyan. It probably was Cyan.
