My breath hitches, freezing in my throat.
Lying in the slush is her phone, its glass screen cracked and dark. And two inches away, half-buried in a patch of dirt and ice, is the heavy silver cuff bracelet I forged for her with my own hands. The custom silver band is twisted, violently split open, broken from raw, brutal force.
A dark, blinding rage ignites deep in the pit of my stomach – a lethal, suffocating heat that instantly crystallizes into absolute, terrifying clarity.
I crouch down, my massive hand closing around the silver cuff. The cold metal bites into my palm.
There are dark skid marks on the pavement from heavy vehicle tires, acceleration marks from a high-torque, heavy-frame vehicle.
Beside the tire treads, the snow is churned up, showing signs of a brief, violent strug
