Chapter Fifty One
The bedroom was completely quiet now, save for the soft sound of my shaky breathing. I lay curled up in a tight ball on Mia’s bed, my eyes burning and heavy from the hours of crying. Mia sat right beside me on the mattress, gently stroking my hair to keep me calm. The absolute silence in the apartment felt heavy, like a thick blanket.
Suddenly, a loud, sharp ringing noise shattered the quietness of the room.
We both jumped slightly at the sound. It wasn't my phonemine was still turned completely off and dead on the kitchen counter. It was Mia’s cell phone, which was sitting right on her wooden nightstand. The screen was lighting up the dark room with a bright, aggressive glare.
Mia reached over and picked it up. The moment she looked at the screen, her face twisted in
