We sat in the waiting room while the doctors ran some final tests on Mom. I finger-combed my strawberry-blonde hair. Without makeup, bags under my eyes, and hair in disarray, I looked like a hot mess.
Desmond might cancel our contract if he saw me in that condition. Other matters aside, I at least owed him an apology for treating him too harshly. It was generous of him to bring Mom back to health when I refused to provide what he wanted.
I scanned my environment and found Becky missing. “Hey, where did Becky go?” I said to Mia.
“She went to her car to grab a spare shirt or something. I think she spilled something on her clothes,” Mia informed me.
“Okay,” I said, putting my fingers in my hair again.
“You are brave, Cass. Among us three siblings, you’re the one who did something to sav
