The day after that day, I received a phone call around 6am. Wondering who the caller was, I sleepily reached for the phone. A migraine from last night’s drinking hit my head, making me groan out.

“Eleanor,” A raspy and somewhat silent voice called out. My brows wriggled in confusion, the minute I recognized the voice.

“Margaret,” I uttered. My mind drifted to a lot of things as I wondered what exactly was the problem was. She didn’t reply abruptly. And that led to a rapid beat of my heart.

It made me wonder if something was off. It took some seconds for her to actually speak up.

“You need...