Chapter 42

Daphne

My phone vibrated beside me, and I quickly picked it up. A message from an unknown number.

I drew my brows and tapped on it.

“Hi, Daphne, this is Thelma Zynn, from Willbed foundation.” The message read.

I abruptly sat up, trying to remember the name as I hadn’t heard of it before. I remembered applying to volunteer in a foundation when I got back to Louisville, but Willbed wasn’t a part of it.

I typed back: “How can I help you, Miss Thelma?”

She typed back: “We received your application to join our foundation as a volunteer and you have been accepted. We have a job for you which needs to be done as soon as possible.”

I drew my brows, and typed back: “I never applied for Willbed.”

“Oh. Then I apologize for the mistake.”

Willbed? I don’t know. I haven’t heard about the foundation.

But, I have always wanted to keep myself busy. Maybe this is a sign. With my mind occupied, I wouldn’t think about Zachary or the bon