The living room light flashed on as Heaven flipped the switch. She walked through the room, passing the couch on her way to the window. By the time she reached it, her cell phone buzzed against her palm.
With a quick flip of her wrist, the screen came into view, as did the text window.
Seriously? I’ll be there soon. We’re what, ten minutes from each other? Chill!
Something had Hope in a mood. Had she heard from Faith?
Heaven tapped the reply button. If Hope hadn’t heard from Faith, there was no sense in worrying her now. Better to save that conversation for when she arrived.
But she would put her sister in check.
Okay, Oscar. This won’t be any fun if you’re a grouch all day!
The phone bounced across the cushion when she tossed it. Heaven counted to five. It wouldn’t take Hope long t
