It has been two weeks since I told my parents I would be returning to the orchestra just to trigger Brittany. Honestly, I have no intentions of ever returning. I don't want to see William I hate his guts. But I have been feeling a sadistic pleasure knowing Brittany is anxious about that.
I'm at my door getting ready to escape from home. I got a girl's hangout with Harper.
My fingers tightened around the door knob when I heard my phone's ringtone. It's lying somewhere in the room.
"Shit," I cursed. I was about to leave my phone behind. I search my room, my ringtone leading me to it. I finally found it in my closet. Jeez, how did it get in here?
I flip the screen on. I frown noticing the identity of the caller. Why is the caretaker of my late grandma's cabin calling?
I did a double-take and called her back.
"Hello Nanny," I say sweetly. She used to babysit my siblings and me when we came over to the cabin to spend time with our granny during school breaks.
