"Mrs. Guzman, are you there? If it's inconvenient for you, we can arrange some other time," said the caller.
I came to my senses and quickly collected myself. "It's fine. It won't be a problem. Thank you."
"Alright, that's great! Our teacher Ms. Abbie and our deputy principal Ms. Horton will be visiting you tomorrow," informed the caller.
"Alright. Goodbye."
As soon as I hung up the phone, I only grew more uneasy. Abbie was visiting us. If she knew how Corey kept the third floor like a shrine to her and how it was a forbidden area, she would be very happy and proud, wouldn't she?
Was I thinking too much or had everything been deliberately planned?
Regardless of the situation, I couldn't stop them from visiting us nor could I ask the school to send someone else. If I did that, Corey w
