Sasha’s POV

Karma was real.

I wouldn't have believed it if I didn't have proof of it at the moment.

“Thank you for telling me.” I smiled as I ended the call, sliding the phone on the table.

“Who was that?” Mum asked, narrowing her eyes at me as she walked into the living room.

“Policing my moves now, mum?” I snorted.

“You are uncharacteristically happy to not be suspicious.” She replied, sitting before me and placing a bowl of sliced apples on the table.

I snorted and ...