Who could it be?

I hesitated for a second before answering the call.

“Linda, cat got your tongue? Don’t tell me you don’t recognize my voice.”

I froze. That voice—damn familiar. It was Jim’s mom, the infamous old lady from the countryside.

“What do you want?” I snapped, only realizing afterward that subtle diplomacy had never been my strong suit.

“Well, listen to that tone! Lucky it’s just the two of us. If anyone else in or outside the village heard this, I’d be utterly humiliated! I want to see you—right now! Jim is already on his way to pick you up, so get yourself ready and head downstairs!”

Beep...