I put the phone down on the table in the living room, keeping my gaze on it. I had made a mental note to call Ambrose about that important bit of information I wanted to tell him. Now that my phone was dead, I recalled making that note and I buried my head in my hands in distress. Cal's phone was on the table as well. I would have to be stupid to ask him to use the phone to call Ambrose. I was trying to not get those two involved with each other as much as possible.
My only option was inside the bag that was still on the table below the TV mounted on the wall. I had told myself, after I received Tatum's advice, that I would not touch my laptop until my week off from work would be over. There were still a few days left and my mind had just recovered from the stress and frustration I felt.
