C84 Between Life and Death.

My hands fumbled over my phone, shaking so badly I almost dropped it. My fingers, slick with sweat, fought to dial Dontrell’s number.

*Not connected.*

No! No! That wasn’t possible. Dontrell’s phone was always connected. Always. I tried his other number. Same thing.

A cold fist of dread gripped my stomach as I watched the reception bars vanish—four, three, two