Roxanne sat with Grace and Martha in the cozy living room, surrounded by books and warm lighting. Jaxon had gone out for a ride, leaving Roxanne to her own devices. She tried to focus on the book in her hands, but her mind kept wandering back to her family. She couldn't concentrate on the words, her thoughts consumed by worry. She sighed continuously.
She set the book aside and picked up her phone, dialing her aunt's number. But again, there was no answer. Roxanne's concern grew, her fingers drumming on the book on her lap.
Grace and Martha noticed her distress. "Ma'am Roxy, what's the matter? Do you not like the book?" Grace asked, her brow furrowed with concern.
Roxanne sighed, her shoulders sagging. "It's just that I'm worried about my father. I haven't spoken with my aunt and my f
