*Four Months Later*

*Olivia*

I was brought straight out of consciousness by the sound of a loud ringing. My phone vibrated on the bedside table as the clock flashed 4:00 A.M. I groaned, blearily blinking in the still-dark room around me.

I reached out for my phone, fishing it from its spot and untangling the charger. By the time I brought it to my face, it was nearly out of rings and about to head to voicemail.

“Hello?” I ...