Willow
It's moving day already, and even though I'd meticulously planned it for days, there is still so much to be done.
The rest of our furniture I ordered were still coming in, but in the meantime I'm trying to set up Cami's bedroom first in our new apartment.
I rip open the plastic wrap around the mushroom-shaped lamp, setting it down on her desk that is sat in the corner of her cosy in-the-making bedroom. I pause when the shrill sound of my phone ringing reaches my ear.
Huffing, I turn and walk over to where I had discarded the device and pick it up. A strange number that I don't recognise flashes on the screen, and I debate whether or not to answer but do so anyway.
"Hello," I mutter into the phone, but I am met with silence on the other end.
"Hello?" I try again, but more silen
