SHE still didn't respond, but just kept fumbling with her phone. Amelia’s eyes narrowed.
“Claire… why are you fumbling like that?”
Seated at the far end of the couch, she had been battling with that phone ever since it started buzzing insistently. The screen lit up, vibrated again, but Claire’s fingers only hovered over it before pressing the side button quickly to silence it.
“Nothing,” Claire muttered, forcing a weak smile as she pushed the phone face down on the couch cushion. “It is really nothing,” she added.
“Nothing?” Amelia leaned back in her seat, arms folded across her chest. “You have been avoiding that call like it is poison. Who was that?”
Claire laughed lightly, too lightly.
“Oh, come on, Amelia. Do you have to interrogate me about every call? It is probably a wrong n
