A groan tunneled out of Kelvin’s throat. He had forgotten how stubborn his sisters could be. He pointed at his jacket draped over the empty seat, and Madonna helped him with it. His phone was tucked in the jacket pocket, and when he pulled it out to show her pictures of them, it was switched off. He couldn’t remember now if they had any photos together because he wasn’t a fan of those, and Leila never suggested it.
“My phone is dead. I need to call her.”
“Mom?”
“No. Of course not. I mean Leila.” His sister’s lips thinned, and he groaned into his palms. “Please don’t tell me you called Mom already.”
“Of course I did.” She folded her arms across her chest, forgetting to treat him as a patient, not the elder brother who she thought was too stubborn sometimes. “You were unconscious for thr
