POV: Kesley

My phone wouldn't stop. I felt it before I was fully awake, the buzzing against the nightstand, persistent and irritating, like something that had been going on for a while and had finally gotten loud enough to pull me out of sleep.

I reached for it without opening my eyes, already knowing from the particular rhythm of it that this wasn't a normal morning. I opened my eyes and looked at the screen.

Fourteen missed calls...

Nine text messages...

All from the same number, Zach. I sat up slowly, pushing my hair back from my face, and read through them in order. The earlier ones were clipped and...