Ava
I settled into bed, my eyelids heavy with exhaustion, but as I lay there, my gaze drifted to my phone after hearing it chime. When I checked, I saw a message from Patrick. I frowned in confusion—hadn’t we already broken up? What could he possibly want now?
I felt irritation simmer beneath my skin as I ignored the message, setting my phone aside with a deliberate motion. But then it chimed again, breaking the silence. My frustration deepened as I grabbed the phone, my eyes scanning the screen.
"Answer me," Patrick’s words taunted me, so different from the sweet things he used to say. My thumb hovered over the screen, tempting me to reply, but I resisted. Instead, I placed my phone on the bedside table, trying to shake off the growing unease.
Another chime. I couldn’t ignore it any l
