Ashley was humming and moving her body to the sound of the music that filled the large kitchen when Henry burst through the doors. She almost knocked the tray of vegetables off the counter. "Henry!"
He had his phone in the air. A confused expression on his face. "My phone is ringing."
She stared at him in puzzlement. "So..."
"My dad is calling!" he replied in surprise.
Her face softened. "Take the call then."
"No!" he said suddenly. "I mean, yes, of course I want to, but what should I say to him?"
"Henry," she said, washing her hands and wiping them with a napkin. "You need to take the call." The phone stopped ringing at that moment. "Only then can you know what to say to him."
"Why is he calling, though?"
"There are a lot of reasons why he could be calling. Maybe he wants to just
