POV ROBERT
Emma's frustration pulsed in the air as she, unaware of who I truly was, stormed angrily toward the farmhouse. With confusion reigning and not fully understanding the reason for her dismissal and how my name was involved, I grabbed my phone and decided to call my younger brother, Timothy.
Timothy's voice came through on the other end, breathless. “Hello?”
He responded with a breathy tone, and I found it odd. “Why are you so out of breath?” I asked, trying to understand.
“Oh, I... I'm trying out a new workout,” he replied, attempting to deflect.
“New workout? Timothy, since when did you become a gym enthusiast?” I asked, puzzled by his accelerated breathing.
“Since when did you decide to play farmer in Ismay?” he retorted, revealing latent frustration. “What do you want, Bo
