Chapter 32Emery
Bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong…
The electronic church bell ringtone that Emery’s mother had thought would be fun to program into her and her dad’s cellphones for the holidays chimed from the kitchen counter. Lina jumped, effectively breaking the mood. Emery could’ve let the call go to voicemail, but she was so shaken—lightheaded, her heart pounding simply from Lina being so close—she almost welcomed the interruption. While she hadn’t given a thought as to whether or not Mandy had made it to her destination, there she was, her Long Island accent coming across loud and clear on speaker, which seemed to have Lina stymied. The speaker, or the fact that Mandy was there already? Or the ringtone itself? If Lina had lived over a hundred years ago, any of the three would be in
