*Della*

While I was in class, paying attention to the lecturer, my phone vibrated on the table. A quick glance at the screen told me it was a text from Mr. Cary.

Taking my phone, I placed it under the table just to check his message. I didn’t want to be caught by the lecturer. Clicking on his message, it read, ‘I’m in Santa Monica now, Della. You can come over to the house so that we can talk. I got something for you ...