The next day Mason and I sat on the floor while I unpacked, and he asked all about my trip. Just then, my phone buzzed with the arrival of a text message. That was strange because this is a new number I got from a service provider here in Italy, and currently only my father has this number.
Unknown: Report early for work tomorrow morning at the winery.
Who could this be? Could this be Dad’s other number? Maybe he has one line for work and one for private use.
I made my way to the walk-in closet and began arranging my shoes, selecting something to wear for tomorrow. Since I'm starting to work, I might as well prepare what I'll wear. I want to make a good first impression on my coworkers. I don't know how I'll handle it; it's been so long since I've worked.
As I went through my clothes,
