Julian's POV
I was cinching my tie tight against my throat when my phone buzzed. I expected it to be Lucy again, calling to scream out her lungs and scold me for not keeping to my words but I was wrong.
The screen lit up with Ethan's name.
I snatched the phone up, clicking it on. I had been trying to reach him since the middle of the week. I'd called him six times, sent texts that went unanswered, and even drove over to his place some nights ago only to find the lights off and his car missing from the driveway. In our world, silence usually meant one of two things: you were out of town, or you were in deep enough trouble that you didn't want to bring anyone else down with you.
"Where the hell have you been?" I demanded the second I picked up, not even bothering with a greeting. "I've been checking the obituaries for your name, man. I went to your house. You weren't there. You've just ghosted everyone."
