Emily’s POV
After the beautiful sunrays that usually seep into my room through the open curtains, the next thing with a strong hold over my morning sleep is the unnerving alarm that rings like the roof is on fire.
“Shut the f**k up!” I said groggily as my hands fell over the blaring alarm and it went silent.
I squinted against the brightness of the headstand lamp I had just turned on and rolled over to grab my phone from the bedside table.
The screen lit up with notifications—several missed calls, all from Ethan.
My brows furrowed as I stared at the list. Seven missed calls? I swiped to see the timestamps most of them were late last night, long after I’d gone to bed.
My mind immediately jumped to the worst-case scenario. Has something happened?
I tapped on his name, but my thumb
