ON their way home, while buckling her seatbelt, Isla’s phone rang. She then picked it up inside her bag and her forehead knitted when it was an unknown number.

Nonetheless, she still answered it. She looked at Becca, who just came in because she went to the restroom, and said “hello.”

“Text me if Becca is already asleep,” said the voice, and the caller ended the call.

“Who’s that?” Becca asked as she started the engine of her car.

“Apollo,” she simply replied.

“What did he say?”

She heaved a deep sigh. “That I will call him when we get home,” she lied.

Becca just nodded.

She looked outside the...