C55 ICE FIFTY-FIVE: THIS COULD BE MY END.

MADISON'S POV:

The wind stung my cheeks, my bare feet sinking into cool sand as I wandered around, phone held high like some desperate prayer to the digital gods.

The waterfront's spotty internet connection here was a joke, a game of patience, of stepping into just the right pocket of air as though the sky itself decided who got to stay connected and who didn’t. Finally