I turn to face him. “What did you just call me?” I ask but came out more like a whisper. “How did you know my name, Drew?”
His hands are on his hips while looking up the ceiling as if he just bemoans doing something. He’s breathing hard, then he looks at me with intensity like a predator, gritting its teeth. He walks and stops in front of me, nose flaring. He bumps his shoulder into me and grabs the phone—no, maybe not the phone. I’m not so sure anymore.
My body freezes, and goosebumps erupt all over my skin. I shiver, and I clench my jaw to avoid stuttering.
“Go back to bed, Abbygail. You can talk to your husband when you wake up.”
I want to bolt away from him, but my feet feel like they’re glued to the floor. “I want to t-talk to him, p-please? I want t-to go home now. He must have b
