Bea sat straight up in bed, her eyes darting back to the beginning of her text. The purple bubble blurred, and she couldn’t jab at the phone icon because she couldn’t see it.
Don’t call, Joy said next, and Bea pulled back on the anguish and adrenaline speeding through her. One, it’s Saturday morning and no one should be awake this early. Two, I’m okay an…
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