Iris’s POV
I woke up to the sharp, restless sound of my phone vibrating against the bedside table, the noise cutting through the quiet in a way that felt almost urgent.
For a moment, I did not move. My body felt heavy and slow, as though I was still caught somewhere between sleep and the haze of everything that had happened the night before. The room was dim, washed in soft morning light that slipped through the curtains and stretched faintly across the walls. Everything felt still, too still, like the world was holding its breath.
Then the phone buzzed again, pulling me back.
I reached for it, my fingers clumsy and unsteady, my head still thick with sleep. The moment the screen lit up, my stomach dropped so suddenly it felt like I had missed a step.
I had several missed calls from M
