I jerked awake to a persistent pounding invading my cozy cocoon. Groggy, it took me a minute to untangle my mind from the fog of sleep and realize the noises were coming from my front door. At the same time, I caught sight of my phone lit up with an incoming call. I hesitated, torn over which one to answer first, then grabbed the phone, to check the caller id. Blinking at the competing disruptions, I finally snatched up the phone to check the caller ID. The display showcased a beaming snapshot of Anna and me, a memory captured on the day of our college graduation.
I let out a half-awake groan and pushed back the duvet, wincing as my stiff muscles protested my abrupt movement. With a sluggish shuffle, I wandered to the living room, the persistent phone still in my hand while I stifled a y
