Mala's POV
“Ivana!.... Ivy!”
I whispered through the phone, my voice echoed through the silence of my apartment, louder than I intended, my voice sounded desperate. The phone was still against my ear, pressed so hard my hand had started to shake like jelly.
“Ivana, please—say something, what's going on?... who....”
But I heard nothing from her own end, she was no longer talking to me, the only thing I heard was just static and a faint rustle, like fabric scraping. My body went rigid with fear I almost s**t my pants, I stood frozen in the middle of my small room, the curtains half-drawn,my heart beating hard against my ribs as if it wanted to escape my chest.
“Please, God,” I whispered, pacing around my room, I still held my phone clutching it tighter as if it will transmit Ivana to
