Jonathan's POV
"Hello?"
"They're gone."
"What are you talking about?"
"They're damn gone, Jonathan!"
Ethel's voice cracked into violent sobs. Dread flooded through me as I realized she meant Savannah.
"Gone where?"
"I don't know! There's blood everywhere and... God, Jonathan!"
"Tell me where you are."
"I'll text you the address," she whispered.
"I'm coming now. Should I stay on the line?"
Her answer got lost in broken crying. Heavy, desperate sobs echoed through my phone, sending my mind racing through terrible possibilities.
If Savannah had just run away again, Ethel would be angry but not like this. She wouldn't be falling apart. Maybe she'd curse for a few minutes before pulling herself together and starting another search.
But this was different. She was crying like her world had ended. Why would she even call me when she thought I was nothing but poison in Savannah's life? Unless something had happened to Savannah.
Unless she was dead.
