Debbie's Pov
Some mornings, you wake up feeling like something is wrong.
You cannot explain it.
You just know.
That was exactly how I felt when I opened my eyes that Thursday morning.
I sat up in bed and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before reaching for my phone on the bedside table.
Two missed calls from Bella.
Five messages from Damian.
Almost thirty notifications from different w******p groups.
I frowned.
What on earth happened overnight?
I opened Damian's messages first.
Damian
Please tell me you've not left your apartment yet.
Another message followed.
Call me before you come to school.
Then another.
Debbie, I'm serious.
My heartbeat quickened.
I immediately called him.
He answered before the first ring finished.
"Where are you?"
"I'm still at home."
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