Anthony’s POV
I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. Just when I thought I could sleep peacefully without an ounce of worry in me, someone had to bother me and the call was coming from my personal phone.
I forced my eyes open and raised my head off the pillow to glare at the bright beam of light coming from the device. Beside me, Sandy moaned and turned away, probably getting annoyed by the sound too.
I groaned and pushed myself toward the edge of the bed. I picked up the menace of a phone and squinted at the screen. It was my mother calling. It was odd and when I checked the time, it was two in the morning. In annoyance, I accepted the call and laid my head back on the pillow.
“Yes?” I said, sleepy and exhausted.
“Oh. He answered. Finally… I have been calling you and you didn
