“Oh, for f**k’s sake. Why the hell does that phone keep buzzing?”
Ines didn’t open her eyes immediately. She dragged the pillow over her face, trying to drown out the relentless vibration coming from the vanity table. The screen kept lighting up the dark corner of the bedroom, buzzing hard enough to make the phone slide across the wood inch by inch.
It was five in the morning.
She shoved the covers off her legs and swung her feet onto the cold floor, swearing under her breath as the chill shot through her skin. She grabbed the phone and stabbed her thumb against the screen to kill the noise.
Missed calls.
Text alerts.
Notifications.
Links from numbers she hadn’t seen since the day she walked out of prison.
Her stomach turned before she even opened the browser.
She knew that rhythm
