AMELIA'S POV
I was silent for a while, which made Aaron suspicious.
“Is everything alright?“
“Yes, yes, of course.“
“I don't know --” Whatever he was about to say was interrupted by my phone buzzing.
It was my mom's.
“Amelia Grace Jenkins.“ My mom screeched. “How dare you hang up on me?“
“I didn't mean to.“ I said patiently. “I just had an important matter to attend to.“
“You should have just said so.“
“I'm sorry, Mom.“
“It's alright. Will you tell me about the gift?“
“I'll come see you when I get off work.“
Her voice was suddenly delighted. “Good. We can talk about it then.“
“I'll see you later, ma.“
“I'll have your favorite soup ready.“
“Yes, mommy. Goodbye.“
I dropped my phone to see Aaron's gaze steady on my face.
“That wasn't from your mom.“ It was a statement.
“
