Aliyah’s POV

My hands were trembling so hard I could barely hold the phone. The screen lit up, Cohen’s wallpaper flashing a twisted picture of me asleep on his chest from a night I didn’t even remember. My breath caught in my throat. I ignored it and went straight to the call log, scrolling desperately. I found Asher’s number. My heart skipped.

I pressed it.

It rang once. Twice. No answer.

“Please,” I whispered shakily, gripping my stomach. My fingers slipped on the blood that ...