ZAYNE’S POV
“Hey,” I greeted as I answered Andrea’s call. “Gotten an Uber yet?”
A weird sound responded. I frowned and stood up from the couch in the living room. Nora looked up from the TV at me in question.
I signaled that I would be back and moved towards the foyer.
“Drea?” I called out.
I couldn’t hear anything other than that strange sound like…choking?
“Andrea!” I called out again, feeling panic rise in my chest. “Andrea, can you hear me?”
I heard a soft thud, like the phone had fallen. “Andrea!” I yelled.
Then I heard a small shuffle and a feminine voice I didn’t recognize floated through the speaker.
“Andrea can’t come to the phone right now, but feel free to leave a message.” There was a manic giggle. “Although I can’t promise she’ll ever receive it.”
