I don't know how long I stood there.
Minutes?
Hours?
Time was of no relevance to me.
The kitchen felt too quiet, too still.
My phone laid on the ground, completely silent now, as if it had not given me the worst news of my life.
As if my world had not just shattered.
Luke's voice kept echoing inside my head.
They're after me…
Don't trust anyone but yourself.
They've killed me…
My knees slowly gave out underneath me and I sank to the floor.
But still… I didn't cry, because crying would mean Luke was actually dead.
It would be me accepting it.
No.
I refused to accept it.
Luke was not dead.
He couldn't be.
He was probably being his dramatic self. Maybe it was a prank, maybe he dropped his phone. Maybe…
A sob left my throat, but I quickly caught it.
You dare not cry, Sapphire.
The front door slammed open somewhere in the house.
Then heavy footsteps followed.
"Sapphire?"
It was Damian's voice.
"Sapphire!" His tone was strong.
I tried to answer, I really did.
