Abigail's cell phone slipped from her trembling hand, crashing to the floor with a clanging sound that woke Ethan. He hastily pushed back the covers, his sleepy expression turning to one of concern as he turned to face Abigail. The phone lay discarded on the ground, and from it came the soft sound of a woman's voice saying, "Hello? Hello?"
Ethan recognized the voice immediately, and a sense of dread tightened his muscles. Without looking back, Abigail hurried towards the living room, her footsteps echoing hurriedly.
"Abigail?" Ethan murmured softly, his voice filled with sadness, watching her leave. Determined, he jumped off the bed, quickly pulled on his shirt and picked up his cell phone from the floor, then rushed after Abigail.
In the living room, Abigail stood in front of the balcony door and looked through it, just like the day before, but now the atmosphere was different. This time, Ethan was the cause of...