When jasmine checked back at the wall clock, it's already past eight.
She's been trying to reach her granddaughters since an hour plus, but yet none of them picked up the calls. Infact, they turned off their phones, which made jasmine became more worried.
Her hair by now is now a total mess like she was struck by an electric.
Hmm, yeah. Maybe electrocuted. Frustration has a lot to do with that. I guess.
She grabbed the second iPhone 14 which her son, Justin, had bought for her few weeks ago before leaving for L.A, from the glass center table.
At once within a blink of an eye, she began dialing her son's number.
