MADISON’S POV:
The shrill buzz yanked me out of a dream I couldn’t even remember. Groaning, I rubbed the grit from my eyes and swiped at the corner of my mouth, feeling the tacky smear of drool.
I fumbled blindly across the nightstand, my fingers brushing the thick edge of the resignation letter I’d written at three in the morning with shaky hands and tear-blurred eyes. I had tucked it under the lamp, ready to hand over the second Dr. Hall summoned me. She would.
My phone was beside it, screen glaring. I snatched it up, annoyed.
“Hello…” My voice came out husky and slow.
“Miss Wallace?” Dr. Hall’s clipped tone was like ice water in my veins, instantly washing away every trace of drowsiness.
I sat up instantly, the letter tumbling to the floor. This was it. The call that would end eve
