Meera’s POV
The incessant ringing of my phone was starting to get on my nerves. Gabriel. Again. His name flashing on my screen like it was some sort of emergency, when I knew it wasn’t. He’d been blowing up my phone all day. I couldn’t even count the number of times he’d called. And if that wasn’t enough, my father’s calls kept interrupting, his number constantly popping up after each one of Gabriel’s.
What do they want? I wasn’t in the mood to answer anyone today.
I tossed my phone to the side and turned up the music in my car, hoping the loud beats would drown out the buzzing. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with either of them, not now. Not after everything that had happened earlier in the day.
But just as I was about to pull into my driveway, the phone rang again. My father’s name lit
