We sat in the waiting room while the doctors ran some final tests on Mom. I finger-combed my strawberry-blonde hair. Without makeup, bags under my eyes, and hair in disarray, I looked like a hot mess. Desmond might cancel our contract if he saw me in that condition. Other matters aside, I at least owed him an apology for treating him too harshly. It was generous of him to bring Mom back to health when I refused to provide what he wanted. I scanned my environment and found Becky missing. ...