The sunlight was blinding as it poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse. I was dead to the world until the sharp, persistent vibration of my phone on the nightstand forced me awake.
I groaned, reaching for it.
Chloe.
The second I pressed accept, the silence of the room was shattered. "Where the fuck are you, Hart?! I've been sitting in this dump for fourteen hours! I called you twenty times! Did you get arrested? Are you dead? Tell me you're not with some bitch—"
I didn't even argue. I just pulled the phone away from my ear, staring at the screen for a second before hitting the red button. My old life was calling, but I was already a thousand miles away from that cramped apartment and Chloe's constant noise.
