The Flooded Truth

Stella

My hand trembles slightly as I dial Mr. Mercer’s number, each ring sounding like a warning siren against my ear. The kitchen is still flooded, and the chaos is like a perfect mirror image of my inner turmoil right now.

“Mr. Mercer,” I breath, my voice shaking, as the line clicks to life.

“Stella?” his voice crackles through, instantly picking up on my tone. “Is everything okay?”

The words