a curious phone call
That afternoon, Amy called me, her voice tinged with curiosity. ‘Is there anything I should know about before I head to the island again?
‘ she asked, trying to sound casual. ‘Nah, it’s all in your hands now,’ I replied, chuckling softly. She hesitated, then thanked me before hanging up.
I could tell she was piecing things together, slowly discovering the island’s secrets on her own.
