The next morning at five o'clock, Amelia Clarke was awoken by the sound of her cellphone.
She stirred slightly, still groggy and without opening her eyes, she felt the man beside her get out of bed. Soon after, she heard his deep, magnetic voice say, "This is Owen Moreland… Once she wakes up, I'll pass the message…"
Amelia sat up, rubbing her sore eyes that couldn't quite open yet, her voice hoarse as if she were still half asleep, "Who's looking for me?"
"Uncle Williams, their family's plane is at five-thirty, and they will arrive in Capital City at seven fifty."
Amelia nodded her head and lay down, wanting to continue sleeping. She had just closed her eyes for a mere two seconds when she suddenly sat up with a start.
"Colin and his family are coming? I should get ready and go pick them up…"
"No rush," Owen interjected, stopping Amelia from throwing off the covers and getting out of bed, "There's still nearly three hours, sleep some more."
