Melia’s Point of View
My phone pings on the nightstand. I ignore it, turning onto my side and closing my eyes.
Then it vibrates again.
And again a few seconds later.
I sigh softly. Clearly whoever this is, isn't going to stop. Careful not to wake Alex, I sit up slightly before reaching for it.
I see the number and my stomach tightens before I even open the messages.
I already know who sent them. His number isn't listed on my phone anymore but I recognize it.
I know I shouldn’t open the message but I still do it.
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Michael:
I know it’s late. I’m sorry. I just… I couldn’t sleep after seeing the article about you and Alex having a baby...
I stare at the screen, my fingers cold.
Why won’t he stop bothering me?
Before I can even think of a reply another message pops up.
Michael:
