Isabelle’s POV

The sound of my phone vibrating against my nightstand was what woke me.

Then came the second buzz. Then the third.

Then the relentless ringing.

I groaned, blindly reaching for it, my fingers fumbling against the cool glass screen. I barely managed to squint at the caller ID before answering.

Stephanie.

“This better be important,” I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep.

Her voice came through the line, tight with panic. “Isabelle, you need to get up. ...