Chapter 28
Mr. van Leer’s POV
Deep into the fantasy land of yet another book I fell. I was fighting dragons and rode on broomsticks, ducked from the green flashes of a dark wizard, and leapt out of the way of an angry giant, almost stepping on me, surprising me by its height. The land became a part of me, or rather, I became a part of it. Then the phone rang.
“Van Leer, hello,” I said into the phone, setting my book down gently, as if I could hurt the fantasy world I was engulfed in for the past two hours.
“Is Elijah there?” a girl’s voice came from the other side.
“Who can I say is calling?” I asked out of pure habit, although I recognized the voice immediately.
“It’s Lucy here Mr. van Leer,” the voice said. I could hear that she had been crying.