Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

In the darkness of the hotel room, the laptop was the only source of sound. Fable looked up from folding her socks for the fifteenth time, packing and repacking her suitcase to buy her some time until the two hours left for the plane ticket.

With a small frown, she grabbed her laptop from the suitcase and opened it up. After a bit of fiddling, she opened up the call. On the other side of the screen was Charlotte, a smile on her lips. ...