Freya

It was morning.

I was still deep in sleep when the sudden, insistent buzz of my phone jolted me awake. I groaned softly, my body heavy and reluctant as I squinted against the bright light filtering through the curtains. A wide yawn escaped me, my arms stretching lazily above my head before I reached for the phone on the bedside table.

Huh? Zoey. Why was she suddenly calling so early?

I swiped to answer, my voice still thick with sleep and playful teasing.

“I see you can really spend a few hours without me, huh?”

Instead of her usual laugh, Zoey’s voice came through urgent and panicked.

“I don’t...