She dragged a hand through her hair, pacing restlessly beside the car.
“This situation is just getting worse and worse.”
Her voice rose with frustration as she turned to Sophia, clearly baffled.
“And seriously, how the hell did he even end up standing behind us yesterday without making a sound? It’s not like we were shouting. We were barely speaking at a normal volume.”
She shook her head in disbelief.
“It was like he appeared out of thin air. We didn’t even hear him coming. Not a single sound. It scared the hell out of me.”
She exhaled sharply, folding her arms across her chest.
“And seriously… how can someone get offended over something so small?”
Sophia watched her quietly.
“Don’t worry,” she said gently. “Everything will be alright.”
She leaned back slightly against the car, folding her arms as she fell into thought.
“Let me think for a moment.”
Sophia went silent.
A few seconds later, something clicked in her mind.
She straightened immediately, opened her bag, and pulled out her phone. Her fingers moved quickly across the screen as she scrolled through her contacts
Emma leaned closer.
“Who are you calling?”
Sophia didn’t answer immediately. Her finger stopped on a name.
Camila.
Sophia hesitated for the briefest moment before pressing the call button.
The call rang.
To her surprise, it connected after only a few seconds.
“Hello?” a warm voice answered from the other side.
“Mrs. Graves,” Sophia said politely. “How are you doing?”
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For a moment there was some background noise on the other end, as if Camila had quickly moved somewhere quieter.
Then her voice came through again, brighter now.
“Sophia? What a pleasant surprise!” Camila exclaimed warmly. “I’m doing well. How are you?”
Her tone softened with fondness.
“It’s been so long since we last spoke.”
