Bella White was preparing for September's school curriculum when she received a call from Joseph Thompson in late August.
It was just past eight o'clock at night when the phone rang. She had finished her meal and had taken a book to the study room, ready to sit on the balcony to read and enjoy the cool breeze.
Bay City in August was hot enough to deserve that description, especially tonight, with not a breeze in sight, and to make matters worse, Mateo Torres couldn't make it back from the hospital because of an important surgery.
She opened the book with slight frustration, planning to calm herself by reading, but she had not even finished a page when her mobile phone rang.
She thought it was another call from Mateo Torres, probably about some complications in the surgery or a sudden condition of a patient, and that he would have to work overtime late into the night again.