Stella's POV
Every night for the past week, my sleep had been disrupted by mysterious phone calls. Each time I answered, all I could hear was heavy breathing on the other end—someone panting but never speaking. The constant disturbance had taken its toll; dark circles shadowed my eyes, and exhaustion had become my constant companion.
"Stella... Stella!" Adrian's voice cut through my fog of thoughts.
"What? Sorry, what is it?" I blinked, focusing on his concerned face across the breakfast table.
"You need to sleep properly," Adrian said, his eyebrows knitted with worry. "I think we should change your phone number."
I shook my head. "That's not necessary. These calls will stop eventually." The thought of giving up the number I'd had for years seemed like another small defeat.
"Then at least turn off your phone at night," Adrian suggested. "If there's an emergency, people can call me instead."
