Betty's POV. 

The sound of my phone buzzing woke me up. I blinked a few times, still groaning when I reached for it on the nightstand. 

When I saw Grandma’s name on the screen, my heart warmed a little as I quickly swiped to answer.

“Grandma?” I said, my voice still rough and low.

“Oh, Betty, my darling, I’m so sorry,” she said right away, her voice filled with warmth and a bit of guilt. “I saw your missed calls late last night. I was on the night shift and didn’t notice ...