{Lisa's POV}
The door hadn’t even fully creaked open before I heard Mrs. Jocelyn’s voice echo through the house like a morning alarm.
“LISAAAAAAAAAAA!”
The next second, her heels clacked furiously against the floor.
I barely had time to stand from the living room couch before she came barreling in. Petra trailed behind her, phone still in hand, trying to close the front door with one foot and failing spectacularly.
“There she is! She’s alive!” Petra cried.
“I told you not to run in heels—” was all Ronan managed before Mrs. Jocelyn launched.
I blinked, and then I was on the floor.
Flat on my back with a woman twice my age on top of me, clutching my cheeks like I was a child who’d gotten lost at a supermarket.
“Ohhh, Lisa!” Mrs. Jocelyn wailed dramatically, peppering kisses on my fo
