Courtney
3 days before the fire...
I hear my phone ringing, but I can't find it anywhere. I've flipped sofa cushions, looked under beds, in all my handbags, but I can't for the life of me figure out where it's coming from.
It rings again and I look down at Pippa's crate that sits the corner of our kitchen. I spot my shiny purple phone case and bend over to retrieve it. The edges have been chewed. Great.
"Charlotte!" I call out.
After a few seconds, she hesitantly makes her way downstairs. I hardly ever call her by her real name, but when I do, she knows she's in trouble.
She drags her feet until she's standing in front of me. She hangs her head, knowing she's about to get it. "Yes ma'am?"
"Do you see this?" I ask her, holding out my phone.
She looks up and furrows her brows.
