Tonight at Matty's house, the aroma of apple pie wafts through the air, fresh out of the oven. She smiles contentedly as her friends smile fast and praise her homemade pie. The calm atmosphere suddenly had to be disturbed by the sound of the phone that kept ringing from the table. Matty immediately approached so that her friends would not be disturbed. She saw Martin's name on the phone screen and felt quite uncomfortable. She reluctantly picked it up.

"Why are you silent, Matty?" Angela, one ...