Airport and Wrong Numbers

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{Lydia's POV}

"Yes Dad, I'm gonna call Grandma right now, yes, yes, I will call you everyday! Give my love to mom!" I ended my call with my overprotective dad.

The airport was crowded as ever and I was a new visitor. It was almost sad, I was 18 and I still hadn't visited my grandma in Britain.

I scrolled through my iphone X and called Grandma's new number, mom had given me.

After a few rings, Grandma Terry finally picked up.

"Hey!" I said enthusiastically.

"Um... hi?" A unsure masculine voice said.

This didn't sound like my grandma.

"Who is this?" I asked, now don't judge me. What would you have said?

"You can call me..." He said, but I cut him of before that.

"Wrong Number? Okay!" I replied and cut the call.

What if it was one of those dangerous hackers!?

I grabbed my black luggage bags and headed over to what seemed like a pick up station to find Grams.
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