LISA'S APARTMENT
Lisa lay sprawled across her bed, flipping through a book, when her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She glanced at the screen, saw her father’s name, and exhaled a small sigh before swiping to answer.
“Hi, Dad,” she said, her tone polite but tinged with reluctance. Lately, all they did was argue and she wasn't in the mood for that today.
“Lisa,” her father’s firm, authoritative voice came through the line. “I need you to come home for dinner tonight. There are some people I want you to meet.”
Lisa frowned, already feeling the familiar weight of obligation pressing down on her. “Who are they?” she asked, hoping for a clue as to what he was scheming.
“You’ll find out when you get here,” Malcolm replied curtly, brushing off her question as he so often did.
She hesitat
