Hailee's POV
He chuckled softly, clearly amused at my reaction. "Relax, Sleeping Beauty. You looked way too peaceful for me to wake you."
I scrambled off the couch, my heart pounding as I reached for my bag. My phone was buried inside, the screen lighting up the moment I touched it.
My stomach dropped.
Twenty missed calls from Nathan. Four from Dane.
And a flood of unread texts from both.
"Oh my God…" I muttered under my breath.
I quickly checked my settings—my phone was on silent. When the hell did I even put it on silent?!
Callum sat up, looking a little concerned now. "Hailee? What's wrong?"
"I—uh—I have to go," I said quickly, shoving my phone into my hand and grabbing my bag. "I'll explain later."
Without waiting for his reply, I was already scrolling to Nathan's contact and pressing call.
The line rang only once before he picked up.
"Hailee?" Nathan's voice came through, low but laced with concern. "Are you okay? I've been calling you for hours. I was… worried."
