The next day, Trisha prepared to move out to the staff house. It was Sunday, and she wouldn't be at work. It was the perfect day to move and declutter, especially since the cottage needed some repairs and arranging. She gathered her things, ready to make the transition and start fresh in her new space.
Just as she was about to head out, her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and saw that it was her mother. Trisha answered, wondering what she wanted.
"Hi, honey," her mom said, irritation evident in her voice. "Finally! I've been trying to reach you for days. What's going on?"
Trisha sighed, rubbing her temple. "Hi, Mom. Sorry about that. The signal out here is terrible."
"Really? How are you managing?"
"It's a struggle sometimes, but I'm getting used to it. It's actually kind of nice being disconnected. Gives me time to focus on other things."
"I suppose, but it's worrying when I can't get through. How's everything else?"
