Riley POV
The call came at exactly eleven twenty-three in the morning.
I knew the time because I had been staring at the clock while trying to decide whether eating another cookie before lunch counted as irresponsible.
My phone started ringing on the kitchen counter.
Unknown number.
I almost ignored it.
Then it rang again.
Martha looked up from the vegetables she was cutting.
“You should answer.”
“It might be another company asking me to pay for something.”
“You no longer have active credit cards.”
“Thank you for reminding me.”
She smiled.
The phone rang a third time.
I sighed and answered.
“Hello?”
“Good morning. Am I speaking with Miss Riley Hart?”
“Yes.”
“This is Mrs. Parker from Westbridge Academy.”
I immediately stood straighter.
The twins’ school.
Something had h
