Mala's POV

“Ivana!.... Ivy!”

I whispered through the phone, my voice echoed through the silence of my apartment, louder than I intended, my voice sounded desperate. The phone was still against my ear, pressed so hard my hand had started to shake like jelly.

“Ivana, please—say something, what's going on?... who....”

But I heard nothing from her own end, she was no longer talking to me, the only thing I heard was just static and a faint rustle, like fabric scraping. ...