The next day, Amara woke to the sound of her phone ringing. She groggily picked it up and saw that it was an unknown number. Careful not to wake her son Vaughn, who was still asleep beside her, she quietly slipped out of bed and walked to the balcony. She answered the call, asking, "Who's this?"
A masculine voice responded, "Hey Amara, good morning. It's Josh."
Amara frowned, still trying to place the name. "Josh? Who?"
"Josh Allister, Amara. Rosie’s boyfriend."
Amara corrected him, "Ex-boyfriend."
She heard a sigh on the other end of the line. "Amara, can you do me a favor, please?"
"What favor?" she asked, wary of what he might request.
"Rosie isn't picking up my calls or responding to my texts. Can you help me arrange a meeting with her?"
Amara sighed. "I told her your side of t
