At two forty-seven in the morning, Lena’s phone didn’t just vibrate. It convulsed, a furious tremor that sent it skittering across the nightstand, flooding the room in a cold, sterile blue light. She woke up drenched in sweat, her heart hammering against her ribs, a frantic drum in the suffocating silence. It had been only a week since her mother had lost her battle with cancer. Just one week. ...
