CHAPTER TWENTYFlight
Bzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzt!
I jerk awake, sleep ripped away by the loud vibration of my phone next to me. I fumble it from its cubbyhole next to my net, confused by my awakening.
Still groggy, I have a hard time silencing the phone, turning it over and over in my hands, hoping to find a volume key.
I wish I was still sleeping with the lamp on. It’s been two weeks since I saw the masked figure, and it had taken a full seven days to convince myself that I didn’t need the light on when I slept.
I take notice of the time on the display in the same instant that I see who’s calling. All thought of sleep flees at the combination of the two. Why is Celeste calling me at 11:30 pm?
“Hello?” I ask, my arm propping me up away the ceiling.
“Garrett!!!” Celeste practically shouts my n
