"Alright, I understand."
Moanna had no choice but to agree with Mrs. Chowne first—otherwise, if she acted spoiled with Dad, she'd end up giving in anyway.
"One more thing." Mrs. Chowne paused after speaking, and Moanna frowned slightly, a bad feeling settling in her gut.
"I'll give you his number. You must deliver that item to him personally. Understood?"
Cough!
Moanna lowered her lashes. Just how important was this, more important than her own daughter?
"Fine." Moanna replied firmly. The moment the word left her lips—literally a second later, maybe even less—the line went dead with a sharp beep. Yep, the unmistakable sound of a call being hung up.
Maybe she really was just a freebie that came with a phone plan.
As she set her phone down, Moanna noticed an unread text on the screen
