Elizabeth sat in Ash’s car. She shifted in her seat, fiddling with the strap of her bag before speaking again, her voice tight with frustration.
“We’re running out of time,” Elizabeth said, her fingers drumming anxiously against her knee. “It’s been two days. Two whole days, Ash. And we haven’t heard a thing from Mrs. West. What if she’s changed her mind? What if she decided not to go against her son after all? Or maybe she’s thinking helping us would be betraying her late husband’s memory.”
Ash, sitting in the driver’s seat tilted her head slightly, her expression maddeningly calm.
“Exercise some patience,” Ash said smoothly. “Have a little faith. Mrs. West will come around.”
Elizabeth stared at her. She let out a disbelieving laugh and shook her head. “How are you this confident? Ser
