Aamon’s Point of View
I stared at the phone in disbelief when I saw who was calling me. I was in the middle of a meeting, but when it came to Grace, I would always drop everything to be there for her however I could. In some ways, it was the only way I could keep the ghost of my ex-girlfriend in my life.
“Excuse me, I need to take this,” I said, leaving the room to speak privately.
“Hello, Grace,” I said quietly.
“Aamon, I need your help,” Grace’s voice was a tortured whisper.
“Are you hurt? In danger?” I asked, trying not to panic, wondering what could be wrong.
“Not at the moment, but do you think we could talk? In person? Lillianna showed up at my apartment very upset and passed out on my couch. This is not a conversation I want to have over the phone, and I don’t want to go too
