The phone’s insistent ringing dragged Emma from sleep.
She pushed herself up on one elbow and squinted at the alarm clock: 9:13.
Voicemail picked up, and the phone fell silent. She collapsed onto her back,
still atop the covers where she’d fallen asleep in her clothes.
She started to sit up but decided to slip in between the
sheets instead. Just when she’d settled into the fetal position, the phone rang
again. Remembering the last time she’d ignored repeated phone calls, she
groaned and extended one arm out of her nest.
