My fingers were partially trembling while I copy the phone number from the card and dialed the digits.
It took every patience in me to not scream as it reach the last ring but luckily the call didn't end, it was picked up at the last moment.
It's been a while since I've felt this kind of relief, just as it's been a while since I appreciate things like this. But having the call connected, I almost jump with excitement.
"Hello, I am Magnolia..." I started with a racing heart and rapidly blinking eyes. "Is this Tristan Jenkins, please? I found a central museum card with your phone number on it."
"Magnolia Thatcher?" The receiver asked.
The tone was flat but active, he sounded like an angered lord of a small town with authority over everyone.
I draw in a sharp breath and agitatedly
