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ASHLEY

My phone chimed softly, then it sounded with a loud ring that had irritation seeping into me. I groaned, throwing the covers over my head. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I just wanted to sleep, but clearly, the person calling didn't understand what boundaries and privacy meant because my phone kept ringing incessantly.

I hissed through my teeth, pushing the covers off my body. I peeled my eyes open, squinting them because of the sensitivity of the lights. My hands roamed the other side of the bed, trying to look for my phone, but I couldn't find it. I looked to my right, my eyes straying to the nightstand where the fucking phone lay, vibrating with so much energy. I glared at the object, snatching it off the surface of the nightstand. I brought the phone to my face and checked the caller, unable to fight the urge to roll my eyes.

Of course, it was my mom.

I mean, I missed the woman and I should have known that the only person capable of blowing up my phone with calls and mes