Maybe there was a shred of guilt left in her heart. Or maybe she was just calculating the path of least resistance.
Bonnie had finally remembered me. She had finally remembered my birthday.
But it was too late.
Everything was too late.
Bonnie, I thought, staring at her from the void. I can't wait for you to come back. And I certainly can't wait for your confession.
At that exact moment, the call connected.
A ringtone—one that hadn't been heard in days—pierced the air.
It didn't come from a pocket or a bag. It came from the ruined corpse lying in the mud.
