Days Later . . .
Mirella
I was sitting on the couch with Lua when my phone started ringing. It was an unknown number, but I answered anyway.
Call starts
“Hello?”
“Mirella, it's me, Margarete.”
“Oh, hi, Aunt.”
“How are you, dear?”
“I'm fine, and you?”
“A bit worried. Can we meet in private to talk?”
“About what?”
“About something important. Lets meet at that wonderful bakery where I always had coffee with you. Do you remember?”
“Of course…”
“Today at 3:00 PM…”
“Okay.”
“Bye.”
Call ends
“Who was it?” Lua asked.
“My aunt; she wants to talk to me.”
“Hm. Is it safe?”
I chuckled. “Of course it is; it's going to be in a busy bakery. Relax.”
“Okay...” I sighed.
I went to get ready to meet her.
I had VK take me, and then he left. I entered the bakery, looked for her, and spott
