Whispers of Smoke: A Second Chance at Life
The moment the call went through, the person on the other end asked anxiously, “Miss Nelson, have you managed to contact Joy?”
Joy’s expression changed, and she stared at me fixedly. A brief flash of panic appeared in her eyes.
With my back turned to the others, I mouthed a few words to her. Joy bit down on her lip; she appeared conflicted.
After some time, just when I was about to speak, Joy suddenly said, “Thomas, I’m here. I have something to take care of. Once I’m back, I’ll call you.”
Right before everyone’s puzzled gazes, I hung up and shrugged before wiggling my eyebrows at Joy.
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