Standing on the balcony of her room, Amelie dialed her mother's number. To her surprise, Samyra picked up on the very first ring, almost as if she'd been holding the phone, waiting.
"Amelie! Why didn't you call back? And you haven't replied to any of my messages. Is everything okay?" Samyra's voice came through laced with panic and worry that caught Amelie off guard.
"Good evening, Mom," Amelie started with a greeting. "Yes, everything's fine." Her gaze drifting toward the horizon. "I thought I'd talk to you once I got back to San Ravendale."
She paused, a small chuckle escaping her lips. "But you being worried for me… that's a bit unexpected, isn't it?"
There was a second's silence on the line.
"Are you still upset with me and your father?" Samyra questioned as she put the phone on speaker now as David gestured to her for it.
