Amelia’s POV
Eric and I sit in an awkward silence in the black SUV, and I tap my knee nervously, staring out the window. The ringing of my phone cuts through the deep silence, and I look through my clutch to find it.
“Hello?” I answer once I find it.
“Hey Miss Wilson, it’s Ella.” I could hear the loud chatter from the kids in her background and had to confirm that it was someone from Nate’s school.
“Are you busy right now?” She asks.
“Not at the moment,” I say.
“Is there a problem?”’
“No, not at all ma’am. Nate’s driver is late in picking him up at the child care center and we’re calling to know why.” She explains.
I take in a deep breath, staring at the road ahead. “I’ll be right there, don’t worry.” I press the end-call button and turn to Eric.
“Who was that?” Eric asks the m
