Anna Ainsworth was jolted awake by the repetitive, dull ringtone of an incoming call on her phone, resounding over and over from inside the bedside table's drawer. It was so persistent that it could wake the dead—and Anna wasn't dead, she was just dead asleep.
Bearing the soreness of her entire body, she turned over to pull open the drawer and grabbed her mobile phone. Barely opening her eyes, she saw that it was Felicity Lambert calling.
"What's up?" Anna groaned into the phone after pressing the answer button, her voice still hazy and thick with sleep.
"Anna, are you still sleeping?" Felicity's voice sounded shocked over the phone.
"Mhm, what's the matter?" Anna yawned again, propping herself up on the bed with her other hand and asking groggily.
"What's the matter? You're all over the news again," Felicity cried out from the other end of the line.
