Catherine stopped drying her hair mid-motion when her phone began to buzz on the nightstand. Setting her towel aside, she reached for the device and saw "Mom" flashing on the screen.
She answered immediately. "Hi, Mom?"
"Catherine, honey," Cathleya’s warm voice came through.
"Is everything okay? Why are you calling so early?" Catherine asked, a small seed of anxiety planting itself in her chest.
"Your father and I decided we’re coming over to visit you and Travis."
Catherine’s eyes widened. "What?"
"We're coming over for dinner tonight, Catherine. We want to see your new home."
Catherine felt her heart skip a beat, a cold sweat breaking out on her palms. "T-tonight, Mom?" she stammered, biting her lip as her voice wavered. "Are you sure? Maybe another day would be better? We haven't
