Sarah's POV
When we arrived at the police station, I stayed behind in Reagan's car. He had rushed inside since we had already planned our day together—mall, movies, lunch, maybe some fun activities afterward. Nothing extravagant, just the kind of simple, ordinary things that felt so special to me now. Things couples do on their first dates. Things I'd always secretly wanted.
Reagan had left his phone charging on the dashboard, which I thought was fine—he wasn't planning to stay long anyway. But then it started ringing, the screen lighting up with Violet. His mom. My heart jumped, but I answered it without hesitation.
"Hello?"
[Sarah?] Violet's voice immediately came through, warm and familiar. She always recognized me—she'd been like a second mother ever since I was paired with Nicholas years ago. Even now, she never failed to check in on me. [Why are you answering Reagan's phone? Is he alright?]
