The next morning, Erisia got a call from an unexpected person.
When the screen lit up with an unfamiliar number, she squinted at it, thumb hovering. Spam or some number she'd forgotten to save were usually the only two options.
She answered anyway, wedging the phone against her shoulder as she laid out her outfit.
"Hello."
A pause followed—not the awkward shuffle of a telemarketer, but not someone she knew either. If it was, they would've spoken by now.
"Erisia?" The voice was low, male, and completely unfamiliar.
Her brows knit as she straightened, outfit on the bed. "Who's asking?"
A soft sigh crackled through the speaker. "It's me, David. David Wrenford… your father."
Erisia froze, surprise flickering across her face. David? Had the Wrenford father and son already returned from their business trip? She scrambled to recall the original timeline in the story, then realized—yes, it was around this time.
