“Yeah. I just?—”
My phone buzzes.
We both look at it.
Unknown number.
I ignore it.
Probably spam.
The house is quiet.
Too quiet.
And then—footsteps.
Fast.
Heavy.
Bella bursts into the room.
She’s crying.
Not sniffling.
Not teary.
Crying.
Full panic in her eyes.
“Bella?” I shoot up from the chair. “What happened?”
She can’t speak at first.
Just shakes her head, clutching her phone.
Nathan rushes in behind her.
“What’s going on?”
“There’s—” she chokes. “There’s a news alert.”
My heart stops.
Actually, stops.
“What news alert?” I ask, but my voice sounds far away.
Bella turns her phone toward me.
The screen is lit up with a breaking banner.
BREAKING: Private Jet Down Near Atlantic City International Airport
My brain rejects it.