( this chapter is told from Ethan's pov)
"Felix?"
The name left my mouth before I could stop it, escaping in a rough whisper that sounded foreign even to my own ears as I sat upright in bed with the phone pressed tightly against my ear, every trace of warmth draining from my body while the voice on the other end crackled through the speaker beneath layers of static and poor reception.
For a moment I genuinely wondered if I was dreaming.
The room was dark except for the soft glow of the bedside lamp, and beside me Raina shifted beneath the blankets, disturbed by the sudden movement, while I stared into the darkness ahead of me and tried to convince myself I hadn't imagined what I'd just heard.
"Yeah," the voice replied.
My grip tightened around the phone.
Years.
It had been years.
Years of unanswered questions, dead ends, police reports, rumours, theories, and eventually silence.
Years since anyone had heard from Felix.
"Where are you?" I asked.
