call your mother. @noahgraves
The island was still mostly shrouded in darkness, that time of morning when only the birds were awake. The sun crept slowly over the horizon throwing pale shades of purple and blue across the sea. Jacob made his way up to Noah’s villa to see if he wanted to drink tea (or coffee) before they got to work again on The Blue Moon’s deck. As he got to the porch, he noticed Noah’s phone was sitting face down on the rail. Jacob looked around for any sight of his son and, upon not hearing the tell tale pitter patter of busy feet going in eighty directions at once, had to conclude that the phone was left there.
“Goddammit.” Jacob picked up the phone and immediately put it in his pocket, and when he was about to push open the front door, he felt a buzz in his pocket. His phone, not Noah’s. And it wasn’t Noah who was calling. In fact, the ring tone was In the Hall of the Mountain King which meant only one person could be calling.
Jacob took three quick strides away from the villa and turned his back to it. He answered. “Hello, Tara.”
