A few minutes past eleven, the phone suddenly rang.
In the dark room, the screen's light flickered incessantly, and the ringtone sounded again and again.
Summer Sutton desperately wanted to reach out and answer it, yet each time she tried to stand, she fell back to the floor.
The phone kept ringing, and after Summer didn't pick up the first call, the caller let some time pass and then called again.
Without needing to see the name, just by the way the calls came, Summer knew who it was.
It was Adrian Walyon calling.
Only he would keep calling her like this when he couldn't find out what was happening to her.
And only he would still be thinking of her so late at night.
Summer pressed her hand tightly against her stomach, the pain making her lips pale and her face covered in cold sweat. She wanted to answer, but couldn't reach it.
