Joel’s hands trembled as he pulled out his other phone, which had been turned off for three days.
The moment it powered on, a flood of WhatsApp messages and texts poured in like a snowstorm.
They were all from Sofia and our mutual friends–and every single one was about my death.
There were even photos of me, covered in blood, being carried into the ambulance.
“No… This isn’t possible…“”
Joel’s face turned deathly pale. His legs gave out, and he nearly collapsed.
Theo yanked him upright and said coldly, “Believe it or not, she’s dead. Completely, irreversibly dead.”
Joel stood frozen in place, utterly stunned.
Then, as if he had gone mad, he opened my WhatsApp chat and began sending voice messages repeatedly.
“Arie, why aren’t you texting me?
“Arie, stop pretending.
“Arie, I’m sorry, I’m really, really sorry!
“Arie, please, just say something!
