ISABELLA'S POV

The sound of my phone buzzing dragged me out of sleep. I didn’t even need to look at the screen to know who it was. Only one person had the habit of calling before the sun even burned the sky fully awake.

“Elijah…” I groaned softly as I reached for the phone, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand. I answered with a sleepy voice, my hair a mess around my face. “Why are you calling this early?”

His voice came out cheerful, the kind of warmth that felt like sunlight ...