Hannah’s POV
The sunlight streaming through the curtains pulled me from my sleep, and I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the grogginess. As I lay there, the events of last night came rushing back. Michael’s confrontation, Christian stepping in, and that tense drive home. But something else suddenly hit me. Aubrey! I left her at the bar. I bolted upright, a wave of concern washing over me. Knowing Aubrey, she was probably fine, but I couldn’t help worrying. I grabbed my phone and dialed her number. It rang a few times before a familiar, groggy voice finally answered.
“Hannah? Is that you?” Aubrey’s voice was hoarse, rough from what sounded like a night of partying.
“Are you okay?” I asked, trying to keep the concern from my tone. “I didn’t see you when I left the bar last nigh
