At two forty-seven in the morning, Lena’s phone did not simply vibrate. It convulsed, a frantic, violent shudder that sent it skittering across the nightstand. The room was plunged into a cold, sterile blue light. She woke up slick with sweat, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. It had been only a week since cancer had taken her mother, a week of hollow days and sleepless ...
