Aria sat on the edge of her bed, hair loose, laptop closed. The room was quiet until her phone buzzed.
Grandma Eleanor calling…
She answered immediately.
“Hello, Grandma.”
“Aria, my dear. How are you doing?”
“I’m okay, Grandma. How are you?”
“I’m fine dear,” Eleanor replied. “How are things in that house?”
Aria hesitated, then softened her...