The mysterious call

EVE'S POV

I woke up with a start. A loud banging noise rang through my head as I tried to figure out where I was. Paris? The plane? 

I glanced around the dimly lit room, trying to recognize the things around me. There was a picture frame on the wall, similar to the one Tom had insisted we take to France. Our wedding picture. 

I was home. 

I winced at the thought, sitting up to adjust my eyes to the slightly dark room. It was night already. The skies outside the curtain linen were dark and gloomy. 

Exactly the way I felt. 

With a sigh, I leaned against the headboard. What had happened? Last I recalled I had been looking for my phone. I must have fallen asleep while thinking of where I had dropped it. My stomach growled, depicting hunger and my eyes widened.