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Chapter 75: The Viral Knife
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2026-04-22 16:09:42Sam's POV
Before dawn broke, my phone burst apart.
A jolt snapped me awake, already tired. Next came one again. After that, waves kept coming - no pause, just rings, shakes, warnings - one after another till the thing nearly flipped off the table. My hand moved slow, half-blind, lids dragging down, head stuffed thick with broken pictures: her grin, dark shapes, something sharp in my blood.
A chill ran through me when I saw those words up there. The letters froze my breath
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