Muriel has had her life sculpted and figured out by her well-renowned defense attorney father since she was a child. His Moto: Head down, do your schoolwork, be the best, and always do the right thing.
But what happens when she catches her father wi...
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I call it an evening after my normal two glasses of wine and leave Jane, Maggie, and George to finish off the bottle.
I shower in the top floor bathroom and go through my nightly routine, maybe the only thing that hasn't changed in my life, thank goodness.
By the time I settle into the small but comfortable bed that smells of my childhood I grab my phone I had left on the nightstand on it's charging cable.
Seven unread text messages. Four missed calls. And ten new notifications on Instagram.
I let out a tempered sigh and close out the Instagram notification, dealing with that for later. Then open my text messages
Three from Ty.
T: You are not in London?
T: You little shit! How have you not told me!
T: Helllloooooo answer your phone!
T: I'm coming home Monday for three days. You can't ignore me then. Love you.
Ty's messages are slightly overwhelming but I can't help but smile when I read them.
I quickly send off a message to be sure I'm not woken up by any other messages from him.
Me: Yes, I'm here. A lot going on. Needed to come home. See you Monday baby bro.
The next two are from mom and Gemma wanting to be sure I landed safely despite I know they've seen Maggie's post. So I promptly send them each a message that I made it safely.
The last message has me starring at the message in confusion.
Ollie: Hey
Was this message intended for me? We don't text, not ever. I close the text message sure he meant to send it to someone else and then open my missed calls.
One from mom, one from Ty, one from Dad- who I will not be returning. And the last from...Oliver?
"What the heck?"
I quickly adjust the glasses on my face and stare at the missed call. He called an hour ago, and the text message was from three hours ago...I could understand if a butt dial occured back-to-back but this has me thinking perhaps this was intentional.
Surely, there is some sort of mistake so I open the text messaging app and type a quick message of 'Hey' in return so he's aware when he gets my text that he's called or texted the wrong person.
I return my phone to the end table and remove my glasses and rub my tired face with my fingers, groaning loudly.
My phone rattles twice next to me, causing my heart to leap and my stomach to roll.
