Emily Thompson squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to adjust to the light streaming through the large glass window that took up about a quarter of the room’s wall. As usual, she reached for her phone to check the time, only to see numerous missed calls—twenty-five of them.
“What the f**k,” she whispered, sitting up abruptly in bed.
She unlocked her phone and glanced at the call log. Tony had called ten times, and Mary had called fifteen. It was strange, given that these two people didn’t even know each other, yet it seemed like they were competing to get through to her. But more baffling than that, “How deep did I even sleep?” Emily muttered to herself.
Checking again, she saw that Mary had called last, just five minutes ago. Before she could process it further, her phone rang again. Ma
