It had been two hours since Zoella arrived at the house. Emma made sure the little girl felt at ease. She wasn’t much of a talker; instead, she focused all her energy on drawing. Zoe had just finished her evening bath and was now in her pajamas. Emma got her settled for bed, said goodnight, gave her a kiss on the cheek, turned off the light, and closed the door behind her.
She went back to the living room and grabbed her phone, immediately calling Phoebe. "What was that all about? You just hung up out of nowhere. It was like you saw a ghost or something," Phoebe said.
"Yeah. Sort of."
"What do you mean?"
"Phoebe, the matron showed up with Zoella. It was totally unexpected," Emma whispered, glancing at Zoe’s door repeatedly. She sat on the couch and let out a sigh.
"What?"
"Now I have
