EVAS POV
Zzzzzzzz... My phone vibrated, ruining my well deserved sleep. Reluctantly, I reached for the distraction, my fingers pressing the lower button, hoping to silence it and drift back into my slumber.
To my frustration, the vibration resumed, and I was forced to pull away from my bed, picking up my phone to check who was disturbing. The caller ID flashed "Mom," and a pang of worry surged through me. My mother rarely called me except on very unsettling matters.
I hesitated for a moment, my gaze flickering between the phone and my ceiling. Gathering my thoughts, I answered the call, anxiety settling deep within my guts.
"Hello?" I said cautiously, trying to hide the unease in my voice.
"Eva," my mother's voice trembled on the other end, "Your father is seriously ill, and I think
