Cassidy was still deep in sleep when her phone rang, piercing through the thick fog of her alcohol-induced haze. Groggily, she reached for the phone on the bedside table, squinting at the screen. It was Nova. With a sigh, she answered the call, her voice heavy with sleep.
"Hello?" she mumbled, her words slurred as she tried to shake off the remnants of her dreamless sleep.
"Hey, Cassidy," Nova's voice was calm, almost too calm. "How have you been? How’s Ryan?"
Cassidy ran a hand through her tangled hair and blinked a few times to clear her mind. "I’m fine," she said, though her voice lacked any conviction. It was clear she hadn’t been fine for a while.
Nova immediately noticed the exhaustion in her tone, the telltale signs that she had just woken up. "You just woke up? You sound tired
