Imela’s POV

My phone rang, and as I picked it up, I saw Ingrid as the caller. I smiled and answered, “Hello, Ingrid.”

“Hello, Imela.”

“How are you?” I asked, picking up my diary from the nightstand drawer and sliding it into my bag.

“I’m great. I figured you would return from your honeymoon today and wanted to call and say congratulations to you once again.” She said.

My smile remained, and I didn’t try to tell her that we had been back for a while, as our plans had been cut short because of the tragedy that befell Vivian. If she didn't see it on the news, there was...