Once you’re caught up with work, time just flies by.
Leslie Green only snapped out of it when her phone started ringing.
She glanced at the clock—it was already evening.
Broderick Ackerley hadn’t shown up to pick her up, nor had he sent any messages. He was probably swamped too.
It was Camille Holt calling.
Leslie answered, and Camille’s gentle voice came through the speaker, “Leslie, sweetie, are you busy right now?”
Her voice was so soft and warm, it made Leslie think of a mother.
If she'd grown up with her birth mom, would she have spoken to her in that same kind tone?
That thought made Leslie chuckle quietly.
She was in her twenties now—long past the age of needing a mom to cling to or act cute around.
Pushing the thought aside, Leslie replied, “Not real
