Fallon
I had barely settled into the couch, a blanket draped over me, laptop open, and my editing software still loading when my phone rang.
I didn’t even have to check the screen.
There was only one person who would call me this early and with this much persistence.
I sighed, already bracing myself, and swiped to answer. “Hi, Mom.”
A delighted gasp came through the speaker. “Mi vida! Finally, you answer! I was beginning to think you forgot about me.”
I rolled my eyes, amusement tugging at my lips despite my best efforts. “I was going to call—”
She tsked loudly. “Mmm-hmm. You’re back from Bali, settled into your married life, and I haven’t heard a single detail. Not one.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, already knowing where this was going.
The Interrogation Begins
“So,” she continued,
