AVA POV.
An annoying persistent buzzing beside me caused my eyes to slowly flatter open. My hand slowly stretched out to the nightstand as i tried to turn the noise off but it persisted.
Sunlight was filtering through the bedroom curtains and judging from the empty side of the bed, i knew Matthew had already slipped out.
After a few minutes of self motivation, I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly as I picked up my phone but immediately regretted why I did when the screen unlocked.
Thirty seven missed calls. All from an unlisted number but i knew better than t wonder whose it was.
How did Serge even get my number. We never talked on phone before.
Taking a deep breathe, I let my thumb hover over the voicemail icon but against my better judgment and the throbbing ache in my che
