It wasn't until Crew was long gone after a lovely interlude of lips and hugging and more apologizing-enough to last me until the next time, I guess-that I realized I'd failed to mention my underwater discovery. But before I could text him to come back, my phone rang in my hand, the vibration and sound making me jump and squeal a squeak of hoarse surprise. I answered it instantly, by habit. And held my breath in my tight and weighted chest as a woman's voice spoke in an Irish accent.
"Fiona." She almost breathed my name into my ear, sounding so sad I shivered and teared up from that single word. "Dear God in Heaven, is it really you at last?" I had trouble making out her words at times, her thick accent garbling what I heard, though I was able to piece it together enough I knew exactly who was speaking on the other end of the line. "I've waited ever so long for you to reach out to me, lass."