Heaven plopped onto the sofa, tucking her feet under her bottom. She eyed the cup of coffee she’d carried from the kitchen. If she drank any more, she would make a million trips to the bathroom today. Just like yesterday and the day before. Stupid weak bladder. She didn’t want to deal with it on the trip.
A faint tapping drifted to her ears. Hope sat in the recliner, tapping the screen on her phone. She appeared to be texting. It was probably Scott.
Then again, maybe it wasn’t him. Hope’s brows knitted together. She was doing her nose twitch, too, which meant one thing. Frustration. Her energy confirmed it.
“You okay, sis?”
“Hmph,” she grunted, making a few more taps on the screen. “Define okay.” She dropped the phone into her handbag. “Physically? Yeah, I’m fine. Mentally? I’ll get ba
