ADELINE
My head hurt. I rubbed my temples, but just like the uncontrollable thoughts in my head, it didn’t go away. As if I wasn’t going through enough already, my phone vibrated on the nightstand, the shrill sound of my ringtone was like the final nail in the coffin that was my skull.
I groaned and snatched the device from the nightstand. Anger shot through my being the moment I saw the caller ID. Aunt Dahlia. Again! When exactly would she give up. You call a person once, twice, more freaking times than one could count, and they don’t answer still, that’s a sign they don’t want to speak to you and you should give up, dang it!
She wanted to talk? Fine, time to freaking talk. “Hello?! Ad.” The surprise in her voice was no shock, but she was about to be fed a buttload of surprises. The A
