My phone vibrated on the wooden table and I picked it up, stifling a grin at the number.
Golden Oaks. I wondered what Penny was asking Tami for now.
Since our unsettling evening last week, she had wanted something daily, and I made sure she got it.
I never told Rubliana about our conversation.
She was already plenty worried. Penny was
obviously slowing down, and her mind giving out more often.
She had been more like herself last night, but had fallen asleep as soon as I got her back to her room.
I left her in her caregiver's capable hands with a kiss on her downy cheek.
I declined the call, planning to return it when the meeting was over.
I focused my attention back to Mateo, who was pointing out a client's desires for their next campaign, when my phone went off again.
Glancing over, I saw it was Golden Oaks. A small pit of worry began in my stomach.
Tami knew I would call her back. Why was she being so insistent?
