Everything felt fucked up now.
I reached for my drink again when I heard Eva’s phone ringing upstairs.
A few seconds passed.
Then her footsteps crossed overhead.
Silence.
Another minute later she came back downstairs slowly, phone still in her hand, expression twisted in confusion.
“You okay?” I asked looking up at her.
Eva frowned at the screen. “Somebody keeps calling me private.”
My brows furrowed slightly. “Telemarketer probably.”
“At eleven o’clock at night?” she questioned.
I shrugged taking another sip. “People be weird.”
She stared at the phone another second before shaking her headThen it rang again.“See—” she held it up for me to see. “Another private number.”
I watched her expression shift from annoyance and confusion to unease. Standing, I walked over. “I got it.” Taking the phone from her hand, I answered. “Hello?”
Silence.
Then—
Slow breathing.
My brows furrowed. “Who the fuck is this?” I asked sharper.
Nothing. Just steady breathing.
Eva’s eyes stayed locked on me.
“Whoever the fuck this is—”
CLICK.
The line disconnected.
I pulled the phone away from my ear slowly, staring down at the screen before handing it back to Eva.
“Did they say anything?” she asked cautiously.
“Probably somebody trolling,” I muttered even though the call wasn't sitting right with me either. That breathing shit was creepy. "Don't worry about it, aight. Block any private calls. If it happens again, we're changing your number."
She shook her head. "No. I don't want to change my number, " she huffed. "I've had this number for ten years."
I wasn’t even beat for a debate. "You said you were tired right?" I asked flatly.
Eva blinked, staring at me in disbelief before rolling her eyes and heading upstairs without another word.
I watched her walk up the stairs; I didn't move right away. Once I heard the door click, I went back to the couch to sit. My phone was on the table next to my drink. Picking it up, I went to my photos—scrolled to the hidden folder I had.
Pictures of Gianna.
