The squeal of tires echoed in her ear, followed by a sound so piercing it seemed to split the air itself. Metal screamed against metal, and the chaotic symphony of shattering glass reverberated through the phone.
"No!" Jerica's heart pounded so hard she thought it might burst from her chest. The phone slipped in her sweaty grasp as she shouted his name. "Mea Amor, answer me!"
The line was silent. A dead, suffocating silence that suffused the room.
Her pulse roared in her ears, drowning out every rational thought. She stared at the phone, the screen glaring up at her with the words Call Ended.
The bright letters mocked her with their finality. Her hands shook uncontrollably as she redialed, each ring unanswered tightening the coil of dread in her gut.
