Medora
Three years later
After I tucked Bronwyn into the back seat and fastened her seatbelt, I finally picked up Millie’s call. Her name had been flashing on my screen all day, accompanied by a string of missed calls.
“Millie, if your goal was to blow up my phone, congratulations—you succeeded,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair.
“Oh, don’t be dramatic,” she replied, her voice brimming with excitement. “I have big news for you!”
“What’s that?” I asked, sliding into the driver’s seat and clicking my seatbelt into place.
“Mummy, can we get ice cream?” Bronwyn asked, her little voice soft but determined.
“Of course, baby,” I replied, smiling at her through the rearview mirror.
“Aww, is that my angel?” Millie cooed through the phone. “Tell her I’ll be seeing her soon.”
I roll
