Bailey POV
The shrill ring of my phone jolts me from my slumber.
I grope for it blindly, squinting at the too-bright screen.
6:47 AM?
“Who the f**k calls this early?” I groan in annoyance.
I haven't had a good sleep for two days and someone dared to…
My heart drops when I see the caller ID:
It's the Michigan General Hospital.
"Hello?" My voice is rough with sleep and rising panic.
"Is this Bailey Dawson?"
"Yes, this is she. What's wrong? Is it my grandmother?" I ask amidst my panic.
"Ms. Dawson, this is Nurse Patterson from the cardiac rehabilitation unit. Your grandmother is fine…"
"Then why are you calling me at six in the morning?" I almost snap but remind myself that feeling relief is better than projecting whatever frustration I have from my disrupted sleep.
"I'm sorry
