Page 23 of Steel's Secret
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He brushes a strand of hair from my cheek. “Maybe we finally caught a break.”
I almost smile. “Don’t jinx it.”
The sound hits first. My phone buzzes on the workbench. Once. Twice. He frowns, crosses the room, and picks it up. Color drains from his face.
“What?” I ask, throat tight. He turns the screen toward me. A message, no name. Just words that cut through the morning like glass.
Unknown Number: You weren’t supposed to survive the storm.
The silence after is worse than the wind.
Steel’s jaw tightens, and I know before he says a word, whatever peace we thought we earned just got buried under fresh snow.
