Peyton rose early the following day to her cell phone ringing once again nonstop. She grumbled, throwing the covers over her head, agitated that her sleep was being disturbed. ‘He's not going to stop calling me until I answer the phone, ' she said, clearing her throat and trying to remove the fog from her sleepy head and the frog in her throat.
"Hello. My note wasn't good enough." She said in a slightly agitated tone.
"PJ, thank goodness you're alright! Why did you leave? Where are you? We need to talk, " Max whispered at 6 a.m., trying not to awaken Nadia.
"I'm all talked out. I’ll see you come Monday at work."
"Where are you? Why didn’t you come home?" Max asked her again. But Peyton could hear Nadia talking in the background. "Who are you talking to on the phone with this early, Max
