If

With Jenny finally gone, I turned back to my now-cold dinner.

Jenny had tried ruining my mood and dinner with her usual threats and belittling. Well, it was a good thing I was always on my toes and ready for a verbal spar.

Sighing, I placed my plate in the microwave, watching it rotate and heat back up. The sound of the microwave filled the room as it worked, providing background music to my thoughts.

When the microwave finally beeped, I took the plate back to the table and sat down to eat.

Or, at least, that was the plan. Again.

Just as I lifted my fork, my phone buzzed, rattling on the table. Of course. Rolling my eyes, I checked the screen. It was an unknown number.

For a second, my mind pulled out the idea of letting it go straight to voicemail out of spite but curiosity got the better of me. I picked it up. "Hello?"

"Nico?" A woman's voice said. A familiar voice.

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. 

"Quinn?"