Zeda groaned on Monday morning when her phone rang for the third time, jolting her from a peaceful sleep.

She glanced at the clock—7:15 AM—and sighed. She could have easily done with another hour of rest.

Wondering who would dare call her so early, she picked up her phone and was immediately both surprised and annoyed to see Torvin's name.

He called again, and she growled into the receiver. “Don’t you have anything more important to do this early than disturb me?”

“Good morning ...