A WEEK LATER

I dragged my tired eyes from the screen when my phone kept vibrating. I knew it couldn't be Lucas because I had a separate ringtone for his calls, and his would definitely ring out. It wouldn't be Grace; she would have stormed up here if she called more than twice and I didn't pick up.

Now, this was the fifth time this caller had called. I had to give it to the caller—their persistence was admirable.

I yawned and rubbed my tired eyes, then leaned back against my seat and grabbed the phone from the table. The number calling wasn't saved on my phone, and it wasn't...