Zara leaned back in her chair, Lucy’s phone pressed to her ear, heart pounding as the distant sound of her ringtone grew louder. It was ringing.
Relief swirled in her chest, but she wasn’t out of the woods yet. Someone had to pick up… and they had to be decent enough to return her phone. She tapped her fingers nervously on the table, glancing at Lucy, whose face had both the look of curiosity and concern there.
Finally, a click echoed on the line to indicate the call had been picked up. Zara cleared her throat silently, to get off the uneasiness she was feeling, then she mustered the sweetest voice she could get, then she said. “Hello, I’m so sorry to be bothering you, but I’m the owner of that phone. I don’t know where I left it or how I misplaced it, but I did. I would appreciate it,
