(A week after…)
Isla woke up from her phone’s vibration from the nightstand. She squinted her eyes on it and turned to Johanne next to her who was snoring a little and his arms wrapped around her waist.
She reached for her phone and answered sleepily and didn’t bother looking at the name flashing on the screen.
“Hello?”
“Hi. Good morning. Is this Isla Parker?” an old woman’s voice said on the other line.
She glanced at the clock on Johanne’s nightstand and saw that it was seven in the morning. She sat up slowly and sleepily answered the question of the woman.
“Yes, speaking. Who is this?”
“This is Mrs. Thomas from the dean’s office, Ms. Parker.”
Isla was surprised, “oh hi, good morning, Mrs. Thomas. What can I do for you?”
“Can you come to the dean’s office today at aroun
