Tanya's face drained of color. Even her hand, gripping the phone, trembled slightly.
Thankfully, she managed to stay calm—just enough to keep from completely losing it in front of them.
Steadying herself, she quickly silenced her phone and forced a casual smile through the glass door.
"My alarm went off," she explained awkwardly.
She couldn't risk declining the call outright—that would be too suspicious. So instead, she muted it and came up with the first excuse she could think of.
On the outside, she looked composed. On the inside, she was spiraling.
Keeping up the act, she walked out of the kitchen, holding her phone casually.
"It's my nap time. I'll be heading upstairs."
Lydia still seemed skeptical, but seeing Tanya's calm demeanor, she let it go, turning her attention back to
