(Joy)
“I PROBABLY should not answer this,” Hosea said as he pressed the button to silence the call and put the gadget back on the compartment. The line to the toll gate began to move so he focused on the slow driving.
I stared at his tensed expression and touched his arm to soothe him. He glanced at me and forced a small smile. “It’s fine, baby.”
However, his phone rang again not long after he said that. I saw the way his hands tightened on the steering wheel. I sighed. “You really should answer it, Hosea. It’s your mother. I know that despite everything, you love her unconditionally. Don’t make her feel bad, please?”
Hosea let out a harsh breath and nodded. “Yes. You’re right.” He drove slowly and when the line stopped again he finally put the Blu
