Serenity had no choice but to put Sonny down. She said, “I have to answer a call. It might be Zachary calling.”

She took out her phone and looked at the caller ID. True enough, it was Zachary.

“Is it Uncle Zak, Aunt Ser?”

“Yes.”

Sonny extended his little hand. “Let me answer it, Aunt Ser. Let me.”

Serenity passed the phone to him with a smile. He picked up the call skillfully.

“Uncle Zak,” said Sonny clearly.

“Where’s your aunt, Sonny? It’s pretty late now. Have you bathed?”

Zachary k