The moment Ethan said the name, something inside me stopped.
"Felix?"
The word left his mouth in a rough whisper as he sat upright beside me, the phone still pressed against his ear, and for a few terrible seconds I simply stared at him while every muscle in my body locked into place beneath the blankets.
Felix.
The name echoed through my head with enough force to drag memories I had spent years burying straight back to the surface.
Blood on hardwood floors.
A hand slipping from mine.
Silence.
Too much silence.
I felt my pulse begin to hammer against my ribs.
Beside me, Ethan remained completely unaware of the storm suddenly raging inside my head.
"Yeah," the voice on the phone replied.
Ethan's grip tightened around the device.
"Where are you?"
I couldn't hear the answer.
Only fragments of static.
A distant voice.
Then another stretch of silence.
"You serious?"
My stomach twisted.
Whatever he was hearing, he believed it.
I could see it happening in real time.
