At seven-thirty in the morning, Eva Ronan took a cab back to her apartment.
The discomfort brought on by her menstrual period left her feeling weak all over. She lay on the sofa, planning to take a nap before heading to the office.
Unexpectedly, she slept straight through to eleven-thirty. When she opened her eyes again, the dizziness was even more intense.
Eva sniffed and placed her palm on her forehead, which was burning hot.
She stared blankly at the ceiling, unable to remember the last time she was sick.
The phone in her purse was ringing non-stop. Eva propped herself up and picked up the phone to answer, "Hello, who is this?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end, a voice recognizing the woman's weak nasal tone, "Are you sick?"
Eva took a few seconds to recognize it was Max Shaw's voice.
She looked at the screen and saw it was an unfamiliar number.
Oh, she remembered, she had blocked Max Shaw's number.
