"Sis, I'm sorry…" Stella's hurried voice rushed through the line. "I've been so busy that I still haven't replied to your text."
Evelyn smiled softly, as if Stella were standing right in front of her with that guilty expression she always made when she thought she had disappointed someone.
"It's okay. I know you're busy at the hospital, helping other people. I'm proud of you, little sis."
Stella giggled. "You flatter me, sis."
"Where are you now?"
"Driving. Heading home."
"You're already back at this hour?" Evelyn glanced at the digital clock on her table. It was only four.
"Yeah, Mom asked me to come home early. We…" Stella suddenly paused.
Evelyn instinctively checked her screen, thinking the connection had dropped, but the call was still active.
She pressed the phone closer to her ear. Before she could ask, Stella continued, voice softer with worry, "Sis, you said in your text that you're going to Maxime Knight's funeral?"
