The doorbell rang loud and sharp, cutting through the quiet room.
Jamal groaned and turned his face into the pillow. The sound rang again, longer this time.
"Oh, come on," he muttered, his voice thick with sleep. "Who is doing this?"
He forced his eyes open and blinked at the light spilling through the curtains. His head felt heavy. His body felt warm and lazy, like it didn't want to move at all.
The doorbell rang again, angry and persistent.
Jamal rolled onto his back with a sigh and reached for his phone on the bedside table. The screen lit up, bright and accusing.
He frowned when he saw the time was past 11 a.m.
"What?" he whispered to himself in disbelief as he squinted at the screen.
His frown deepened when he saw several missed call notifications staring back at him.
He had three missed calls from Stefan, and four from Tom. The last call was from Tom. Just two minutes ago.
Jamal groaned louder and dragged a hand down his face. "Damn."
