Chapter 93
Brett’s POV
My phone rang, displaying an unknown number, and against my better judgment, I answered the call.
“Brett, please come get me,” Noel wailed into the phone.
My first instinct was to hang up and pretend that I hadn’t answered. I would turn it off so she couldn’t reach me, but I didn’t. I still felt indebted to her father for paying for me to complete my degree.
“Brett?” she sobbed out after I didn't respond.
“Where are you?” I finally asked.
“I’m at a diner; hang on a minute,” she replied before asking, “Can you tell me the name of this place or the address?”
I heard someone in the background reply, and she came back on the phone, giving me the address to her location. I wrote it down, as I wanted to give myself an excuse to get off the phone with her. I alr
