Novel & Cerita Didn't See That Coming

I have to come up with something… I went mute for a second. “Are you there? Look, I’m coming right away.” “You’re not going to meet me.”

Since when does a basic blood donation turn you into a Victorian ghost? But of course, Michael ate it up. He whipped the car around without missing a beat. "I'm coming to get you. Hang tight, okay?" Kallie's voice perked up—briefly—then went syrupy again. "No, really, don't. I'll be fine. I don't want you to miss your marriage registration..." "You don't have to say anything else. I'm on my way!" He hung up, then turned to me like he was giving orders.

A clean, contained thing. I looked at the boy arranging marshmallows into a pattern only he understood. I looked at the man sitting quietly across from me, one thumb tracing the rim of his mug. I took a sip of the hot chocolate, warm and slightly too sweet and exactly right, and understood, for the first time since stepping off that plane, that the thing I had been escaping toward had already shifted into something I hadn't planned for at all. I wasn't sure yet whether that was frightening or the opposite of it. The storm outside showed no sign of stopping.

Was I hearing it correctly? I frowned, "Wait, you're coming back? I didn't hear cor–" The call was cut after that. Annoying uncle. I laid my head down on the table. Sigh, why was everything happening at the same time?

I struggled to keep up with his pace and what happened next is what I never expected to happen. ----- Sorry for spelling and grammar mistakes. Follow, vote and comment.

My eyes moved to her and I could only stare, my lips worked but no words came out. “How come I didn't know you were coming? You can't just show up unannounced you know.” Liam continued, sighing and running his hand over his face in a bored manner. I was stunned. Excuse me? A switch flipped in my head and my tongue finally loosened.

I nodded my head. "Yes. We talked about this but you didn't tell me that you were coming!" I wasn't even prepared for this.

His angry glare towards me was enough to tell me that he had no time for me. I didn’t care about it but how did I not hear him come home?

All of it building toward something I couldn't quite see yet. _*]:min-w-0"> And I had no idea if I was ready.

My mind was somewhere else—watching every reaction, every stolen glance, every whisper. By the end of the hour, one thing was clear: they hadn’t seen me coming. But now? Now they would have to watch me rise.