Vivica thought about her promise to Joseph earlier that day. Looking at her sleeping son, she carefully typed out a message.
[Mr. Baird, I’m so sorry. I had to work late, and then I got stuck in traffic. By the time I got to the hospital, my son was already asleep. Would it be possible to bring him to visit your parents tomorrow or this weekend instead?]
Joseph had just arrived at his mother’s room. Seeing the old woman fast asleep, he replied with a single word.
[Ok.]
Vivica stared at the curt reply, her mind racing. Did he think she was trying to keep her son away from his parents? Was he displeased? Or was he angry that she’d broken her promise?
She was still somewhat intimidated by the man. Joseph possessed a natural air of authority and dignity that made everyone around him feel slightly inferior.
In reality, Joseph wasn't angry or displeased at all. He had also been delayed by an unexpected matter and had only just arrived himself. It was late, and both his mother and Chaim were patients. It wouldn’t be wise to disturb them now.
...
That night, for the first time in a long while, Vivica slept soundly.
Ever since her son had been hospitalized, she had been consumed by anxiety, either suffering from insomnia or waking up frequently throughout the night. But now, with a reliable lawyer handling her divorce and her son’s medical expenses covered, she could finally rest.
Her peace, however, was short-lived.
The next morning, as she was helping Chaim with his breakfast, her phone rang. Seeing the unfamiliar number, she initially thought it was Fletcher or Riley and was tempted to ignore it. But the caller was persistent. She had just finished eating and set down her fork, so she picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Is this Vivica Lynn?” The voice on the other end was authoritative yet polite.
“Yes. Who is this?”

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