In the middle of the night, Chelsea was half-asleep when Clarice made her drink two bowls of hangover soup.

Maybe she drank too much because, early the next morning, she was woken up by a pressing need to use the bathroom. She stumbled to the restroom like a wandering soul, and by the time she came out, all traces of sleepiness were gone.

She instinctively reached for her phone to check the time—only to freeze in shock.

Her call with Sebastian was still connected.

Chelsea’s eyes widened. She shook her head, thinking she must have been sleepwalking and seeing things.

But no. The call was indeed still ongoing.

She picked...