Lilian’s POV
I’m on the phone when my phone vibrates in my hand, and I have to fight the urge to pull the cell from my ear and check who it is from. Instead, I press the phone more firmly to the side of my head as the calming hold music flows out of the speaker.
‘Ms Sanchez?’ comes the voice suddenly, cutting off the music and I startle slightly at the abrupt interruption.
‘Yes? Yes! I’m here!’ I blurt out quickly, standing up from my seat on the couch and starting to pace nervously.
‘Your father had a good week’ the voice replies crisply, ‘no outbursts were recorded. The orderlies who were on rotation noted that he was calm on each check in, he also ate some of his food each meal time without incident.’
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding as I sink down onto the couch cush
