Isla's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at her mother's phone.
She wouldn't mistake that voice!
The voice on the other end of the phone paused slightly, then it turned colder still. "Isla, what are you doing with Mrs. Olsen's phone?"
It was her!!
Isla felt as if she had seen a ghost.
No, it couldn't be…
She glanced at her phone sharply, suddenly thinking of something. She asked, "Is this your phone number?"
Keira said, "What kind of question is that?"
That's when it dawned on Isla!
She almost forgot that Keira's nickname was also South, which was what Mrs. Olsen would sometimes call her.
A tremendous sigh of relief escaped her lips, followed by boundless fury. "You're such a sycophant! To get my mother's favor, you even put her family name in your nickname. Are you worthy of being called that?"
Keira lowered her eyes.
The name was something she had chosen when she was in elementary school.
