Grayson’s phone buzzed insistently, he glanced at it, a name flashing with urgency that made his jaw tighten.

He answered the call. “ Mother.” He muttered, voice clipped, the softness from moments ago evaporating. Tessa's pulse skipped as she watched him flip the phone open.

“ What is going on?!” She yelled over the phone. “ We've been trying to get in touch with you, why on earth were you not reachable?”

He glanced into space for a second, guessing the network must have worsened due to the rain that fell, but he said nothing.

“ Grayson! Are you listening to me?”

“ Speak. I'm listening.”

“ What is wrong...