N's POV
I get up from the floor, walking away from Dadi's knocked-out and smelly body to grab my phone out of the bag. Turning it on, I noticed that it was 1 am, five hours away from sunlight. But what caught my attention is the number of text messages and missed phone calls from my love.
Honestly, I don't blame her for worrying. After letting her know that Dadi would fight me and I might not make it out alive, I know she is scared and has many questions. I'm almost afraid even to call back because I don't know if she will be happy that I'm still alive or angry that I scared her half to death. But I decided to call her and let her know what exactly happened.
Vibration and rings are coming from the phone, waiting for her to pick up. Hopefully, I didn't call her at the wrong time. The p
