You and William had finally gotten off the plane from michigan to California. The both of you were extremely tired due to the fact you guys had shared a three-seated row with a eight year-old. He definitely didn't want to go to California, so he cried a LOT and there were plenty of temper tantrums to go around. You were used to it, but you could almost see William’s tolerance dwindle. When you both got out your suitcases and got off the plane, you looked at William hopefully, praying he’d understand that you were scared. It seemed he didn't. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, holding it for a moment. You exhaled and opened your eyes again. You then peered around the airport, searching for anyone to ask for help. You jumpped when William tapped you on the shoulder.
“Your phone is ringing, Mellodi."
You scrambled for your phone, forgetting to look at the caller ID. You silently hoped it wasn't someone who was trying to sell you things again. Those conversati