Ember POV

“Ember, please. Now you are just being ridiculous. I’m not the stuffy old lady everyone seems to think I am. I know all about Tekgram and Instaface.”

“I bet you’re even on the interwebs too,” Ember replied with a smirk.

Esme returned her smirk with one of her own. “It’s the only way I get to see my granddaughter these days.”

Ember grabbed her chest as if she’d been shot. “Ouch. That hurt.”

“Serves you right,” Esme said with a sniff. “You’ve already been here two days, and this is the first time you’ve come to see me.”

“Not two days,” Ember argued. “I only got here late...