HENRY'S POV.
I just can't imagine being roped into the death of Olivia. It has been three days of endless frustration. I just can't stop remembering how it started, on that fateful day, I was so engraved in my sleep when the ringing of my phone woke me up and I felt like cursing whosoever was calling me at that period.
I slept then with the hope that I would only wake up when morning came but I wasn't even permitted to sleep for two hours which made me somehow furious.
I rubbed my face with my palm and pulled on my hair "Ohh!" I groaned!
Standing up and walking to my phone was like tedious work for me but I must pull through.
I grudgingly picked up my phone and checked the ID and it surprised me when I saw an unknown number on the ID.
"Who is this?" I mumbled to myself and I hesita
