TWO WEEKS LATER*

“How many years does it take you to inspect those things, Bella?” Don said, glancing at the phone placed on its stand as he successfully made a U- turn.

“Years? I've just spent weeks here, and it isn't up to a month yet.” Bella defended from the other side of the phone.

“So, you plan to stay for a month?” Don asked in a scoff.

“I didn't say that.” Bella sang out and he scoffed again.

“When are you coming back?” He asked as he glanced at the phone.

“And don't you dare hang up.” Don said again, trying to avoid what happened the last time he...