Lyra's POV
My phone screen glowed back at me, displaying my father's number like some cruel joke. I had been staring at it for what felt like forever, my thumb hovering over the call button.
Finally, I pressed it.
The phone rang. A few times. Then silence. The call died as if it had never existed.
I tried again. The same thing happened. Connection for a heartbeat, then nothing.
My fingers trembled as I switched to messages. Maybe that would work.
Father, something awful has happened. I need you to hear me out.
I hit send and watched the message attempt to deliver. The spinning icon mocked me for a moment before the message turned red. Delivery failed.
I typed faster.
Please don't ignore me. I'm telling the truth about everything.
Failed.
Daphne murdered Cyrus. She's been lying to everyone, including you.
Failed.
