Chapter 4
MY PHONE RINGS at three in the morning. The sound jolts me upright in bed, heart pounding. I grope the nightstand, missing the phone on the first three tries. My limbs ache and my head is fogged with sleep despite the adrenaline racing through my veins.
When I answer, my mouth is so dry, I can barely say hello.
“Hey, it’s me. I’m sorry to call so late.”
The voice makes my eyes shoot open. “Belinda! Where ... what? I mean—”
“Before you can ask, yes, I’m okay.”
“I’m assuming you’re not here.” I strain my ears, but I already know the answer. If Belinda were here, she’d just knock on my bedroom door.
“You’d be right.”
“Or Gregory’s?” I hate to go there, but I want to know where she is.
She snorts. “No, I’m not there either. I’m at my mom’s, actually.”
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