C69 Storms of the Past

The quiet morning was shattered by the shrill ring of Ethan’s phone. He groaned, his hand blindly searching the nightstand. Olivia stirred beside him, her hair cascading across the pillow as she mumbled sleepily.

“Whoever that is, tell them to stop ruining our mornings,” she muttered, pulling the blanket over her head.

Ethan smirked, answering the call with a gruff, “This better be important