At two forty-seven in the morning, Lena’s phone vibrated. It wasn’t a gentle buzz, but a furious, frantic shudder—so violent the device jumped on her nightstand, flooding the room with a cold, blue light. She woke in a sweat, her heart hammering against her ribs. It had been only a week since her mother died of cancer, a week of hollow days and sleepless nights. Lena hadn't found the strength t...
