Kelsey turned over on the bed. Another hour had past. No sleep had come to her weary body.
God, if you are with me no matter what, why do I feel so alone? I worked so hard on that story, only to have it stolen by a friend. Where were you when I was wronged?
As if on cue, the phone rang.
Kelsey glanced at the clock. 3:04.
Who could that be? I knew I should have turned it off before I went to bed.
Kelsey picked up the phone, “Kelsey here.”
“It’s Jenny. I need to talk to you.”