"Echoed voices in the night
she's a restless spirit on an endless flight" - The Eagles
I woke up the next morning to the incessant ringing of my phone. I was still on the couch and the TV was still on. I had at least put on my pajamas before falling asleep so I wasn’t a complete failure as an adult. I grabbed my phone off the coffee table.
“Hello?” I rasped. I loudly cleared my throat of phlegm. “Hello?” I repeated.
“It’s your mother.”
I sat up, rubbing my eye free of gunk. “You make it sound so ominous.”
I heard my mother sigh on the other end. She would be having none of my shenanigans this fine Thursday morning. I put my phone on speaker, stretched out, turned the TV off, and prepared myself for whatever she wanted. Margaret O’Malley didn’t call her eldest unless something huge was about to happen.
“I need you to go to Lincolnshire today.” Her usually soft, Irish lilt sounded annoyed or maybe