The Paparazzi Trap

NOLAN’S POV

My phone started ringing again.

The sound echoed through the quiet living room, sharp and irritating. I was sprawled across the couch, staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore the pounding headache that had been building since morning.

The phone kept vibrating on the coffee table. I reached for it with a groan. The moment I saw the caller ID, my jaw tightened. Mom.

For a second, I cons