Zara wasn’t sure why her mother had suddenly called her home. And that bothered the heck out of her.
Knowing her mother, she could only expect that it was something scenic right?
Mrs. Blake was dramatic, and she had always had been. The kind of woman who could make a missing hairpin sound like a life-threatening crisis.
Zara wasn't even kidding about that and anyone who had met her mother at least once in their life would be able to attest to that.
But she had sounded serious this time, or at least, that was how Zara heard it from the phone.
“It’s important, Zara. It’s an emergency.”
That had been the message she had sent.
And even though Zara had sighed, rolled her eyes, and briefly considered ignoring it, she had still climbed into the cab, curiosity gnawing at her.
She had a
