~ Becca ~
My phone won’t stop vibrating.
It’s not a polite, sporadic buzz—it’s going off like a damn smoke alarm, rattling violently against the headboard. I yank it up and flip the screen over.
Unknown number. Again.
My stomach tightens, but I let it ring out, tossing it face down. I am not answering random numbers today. My head is already entirely too loud. I barely slept, my brain forcing me to watch reruns of last night on a loop. Jace’s face. His hollow silence. The infuriatingly calm way he admitted he’d been steering things.
I scrub a hand down my face, desperate to stay grounded. No. Not thinking about him today. Today is strictly for staying vertical and pretending I have my life together.
Five seconds later, the doorbell rings.
Not the casual ding-dong of a friend.
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