Chapter NineteenI might not have been dead, but I definitely slept like it. Before I knew what was happening, the annoying sound of a mobile ringing broke one of the best night’s sleep I’d had in a long time.
With a deep groan and the urge to bury my head in my pillow, I rolled over and yelled, “Zoe! Your phone is ringing!”
“Urgh...what?” Zoe sounded just as disoriented as I felt.
“Zoe! Your phone!” I snapped at her and pulled my pillow over my ear, squeezing my eyes shut against the light that was pouring in through the open window. Yet again, the curtains had been blown open while we were asleep.
I heard the shuffling sound of movement before something heavy was slammed down on Zoe’s bedside table.
“It’s not mine.”
“Huh?” I groaned again as I sat up, “I don’t have a clue where mine
