Bella
I stirred under the thin duvet, the knock pulling me out of a dream I couldn’t quite remember. My body felt heavy, like I’d been sleeping for days instead of hours. I groaned softly and rolled toward the edge of the bed.
“Lara… someone’s at the door. Can you check?”
Silence.
I cracked one eye open. Lara’s bed was a dark lump across the small room, her breathing slow and even. Still out cold. Typical.
I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up. It was 4:03 a.m. My stomach twisted. Who the hell knocks at four in the morning?
Then I saw the notifications.
Jones.
Ten missed calls.
The last one ended two minutes ago.
My heart gave a funny little thud. Jones never called like that unless something was seriously wrong. I was about to hit redial when the knock came
