Chapter 15
Zandra
Lying on my bed, I stared out the window at the rising full moon. Trying to be smart and responsible for once, I’d only had two of the mimosas Taylor made. I figured it was time for me to start acting more like a mother. And the only mother I had to pattern myself after was my own. She never drank at all. And she didn’t cuss. She also didn’t have any empathy, a trait of hers I was going to be sure to steer clear of.
My cell rang, pulling me out of my numb moongazing to look at the phone on the bed beside me. An unknown number flashed on the screen. I noticed the time was ten minutes to nine.
“Oh, well. Let’s see who the mystery caller is.” I mused to myself before answering the call. “Hello?”
“Is this Zandra?” came a little boy’s voice.
I knew who it was right away.
