C27 ICE TWENTY-SEVEN: UNEXPECTED MIRACLE.

MADISON’S POV:

The shrill buzz yanked me out of a dream I couldn’t even remember. Groaning, I rubbed the grit from my eyes and swiped at the corner of my mouth, feeling the tacky smear of drool.

I fumbled blindly across the nightstand, my fingers brushing the thick edge of the resignation letter I’d written at three in the morning with shaky hands and tear-blurred eyes