POV’s Philip
Lena turned to face me. “I thought you guys barely got along?”
I sighed, re-explaining myself to her, just like I had to Riley.
Lena gave me a skeptical look, but as someone who was also keeping secrets, she didn’t push.
“Ok, guys,” I said. “I seriously need to finish editing this paper. We can debrief tomorrow?”
Riley groaned. “Fine.”
Lena nodded, taking Riley’s hand and practically dragging her out of the room. “Good luck.”
I smiled at her, watching them disappear, before I pulled out my phone. One last person to deal with.
I grimaced as I pulled up the contact: Grandfather, and pressed the call button.
The line rang four times before he answered.
“Tatianna, so lovely to hear from you.” He greeted.
I inhaled. “Hello, Grandfather, how are you?”
“I’m doing well.”
