THIRD PERSON POV
Maxie didn't know when the scream tore out of her throat.
It wasn't planned; it wasn't even conscious, it came from somewhere deep, primal, a raw sound that startled the silence of the apartment.
Her phone lay on the floor, the call still active, the flat buzz of disconnection filling the space like static. For a moment she just stared at it, hands trembling, her lips parted, and heart racing. Something had happened to Sharon she knew it, she could feel it.
"Sharon," she whispered, then louder, "Sharon!" as if calling her friend's name would somehow bring her back on the line. When the phone didn't answer, she screamed again louder this time until her door banged open with force.
Marcus appeared, half-dressed, sleep still clinging to his face.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Maxie?" His voice was sharp, the tone of someone suddenly pulled from rest. "You're disturbing the peace of everyone, keep it low!"
