“No, baby. Don’t you need to call your mom?” I asked, holding her gaze. I watched as the green of her eyes flared slightly at the mention of her mother. It wasn’t with anger, though. It was something else. “Why…” she trailed off, struggling to find the right thing to say. “Val, you always call your mom around this time. I also know you call her in the morning, too. If you need to call, and check in, go ahead,”
