“Ayva your phone is ringing.” Ashley yelled from the living room.
“Who is it?.” I yelled back from the kitchen. I was cleaning the dishes ‘cause it was my turn to. I needed to know if the person calling was someone I would want to talk to or not.
“No caller ID.” She yelled back. “Should I answer it?.”
“Yes,” I yelled as I continued to wash the dishes.
I was humming a song when I suddenly felt Ashley’s hand on my back. I almost jumped, I was startled. I had no idea when she walked into the kitchen.
“Ash why would you sneak up on me like that. You know how much I hate it.” My heart was still pounding hard in my chest.
“I’m sorry it’s your editor.” She said and stretched out the hand holding my phone.
I frowned.
“What editor? What are you talking about Ash.” I said as I wiped my ha
