The next morning, the sharp, persistent sound of the doorbell jolted Lara awake.
She groaned, burying her face deeper into the pillow. Just five more minutes…
But the ringing didn’t stop. Whoever was at her door clearly had no intention of leaving anytime soon.
With a heavy sigh, she reached blindly for her phone on the nightstand. What time is it anyway?
The screen lit up: 9:02 AM.
And three unread messages blinked back at her—all from Ali.
Ali [8:02 AM]: I’m on my way to your place. You owe me an explanation.
Ali [8:51 AM]: I’m here. Open up.
Ali [9:00 AM]: Are you seriously still asleep? I’m not stopping until you open this door!
Lara frowned, sitting up slowly, her hair tousled and her head still cloudy. Explanation? What is she even talking about?
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