I awoke from the bed, whilst the street lamps peered into the room. I stretched, surveying the room for any signs of Trevor, but as usual, he wasn’t there.
Naturally, I assumed he was downstairs. He always seemed to be planning, and now that we were boiling down to –, I knew he was probably doing everything he could to ensure that we’d get out of this unscratched.
My phone rang, muffled by the sheets. Rubbing my forehead, I lazily push my hand under the covers in search of it.
Once my finger found it, I raise the phone to my face, and my eyebrow raises as Sandra’s voice displayed across the screen.
“Sandra?”
“Ocean,” she breathes, “Ocean, I need you to listen to me.”
Sandra’s footsteps echo on what seemed to be gravel, and I furrowed my eyebrows, dragging closer to the edge of the b
