~ Camilla

I woke up to a soft buzzing.

At first, I thought it was in my dream or a faint vibration behind the walls of a room that didn't exist. But then it came again, harsher, more persistent. I squinted at the nightstand. My phone had a bright screen glowing like a bomb in the dark.

I groaned and reached for it lazily, expecting maybe one or two messages from Alex. But as soon as my fingers touched it, it started again, one notification after the other, flying across the screen like machine gun fire.

Twitter.

Instagram.

WhatsApp.

iMessage.

I blinked, sat up a little. My heart began to...