The next morning, Lena woke to the sound of her phone going off. Ding. Ding. Ding. She groaned and dragged the blanket over her head. Ding. Ding. Ding. The phone vibrated across the nightstand, inching closer and closer to the edge.

Then it started ringing. Lena reached out from beneath the blanket, fumbling until her fingers found it. Without even looking at the screen, she answered the call.

“Hello…”

“YOU STINKING BRAT!”

Her father’s voice exploded through the speaker. Lena flinched so hard the phone slipped from her hand and landed on the bed.

“All this has been going on, and you couldn’t even tell your own father?!”

She hurriedly...