Olivier sighed, pushing her phone aside. There was no point in answering now. Instead, she turned her attention to the blade sitting beside her. This time, it would work. It had to.
One minute passed, two minutes passed and still no answer from her. The screen...
The sound of Olivier's phone ringing was easy to ignore as her nerves set fire. Her flesh stung as the blade sunk into it. She grimaced, staring down at her wrist while blood poured out. Again, she thought. One wouldn't be enough. She did not think of Edan while she did this. Her final words to him had already been written. To think of him now would only cause doubt that she knew would come back to haunt her.