Amelia's heart raced with a mixture of apprehension and determination as she dialed Harrison's number. The soft glow of her phone illuminated the dimly lit room, casting shadows that danced across the walls like ghosts of her past. With each ring, her mind raced through the details of her plan, the glimmering bracelet on her wrist a silent reminder of her resolve.
"Hello?" Harrison's voice crackled through the phone, breaking the tension that hung in the air like a heavy fog.
"Hi, Harrison," Amelia greeted him, her voice a careful blend of sweetness and deceit. "I was just thinking about you and wondering if you'd like to meet up."
There was a palpable pause on the other end of the line, followed by a hesitant response. "Uh, sure, Amelia. I mean, yeah, I'd like that."
