Nauseous with tension, Sheridan dialed Desirée's mother.
“Christine, this is Sheridan Murphy,” she said, squeezing Michael's hand. He stroked her fingers.
“Well, hello there,” her daughter's adoptive mother said, sounding surprised. “How are you doing? I haven't heard from you in a while. Does that mean you're finally feeling better about… everything?”
“Yes, thank you,” Sheridan said, grateful it was true. “I'm much better. How is Desirée?”
“She's doing very well, also,” Christine informed her. “She was in the school play, so we've been really busy. Thank goodness that's over.”
“What play did they do?” she asked, postponing the inevitable rejection. Why am I doing this? They won't come. Why would they? The Potters have said they'll tell her about me when she's eighteen because sooner
