Elaine.
Once I was done showing, I applied some lotion and got dressed in a summery blue gown. I planned to drop Finn off at school on our way to the airport. He'd woken up already and I could hear the tap running in his bathroom, Cora singing as she bathed him. Poor boy. He'd be gutted to see her leave.
Padding down the stairs, I picked my phone back up and placed a dial across to Mom. She picked up on the first ring, much to my surprise.
“Elaine?” she sounded somewhat shocked, which was understandable. “Oh my God. What's wrong? Did something happen to Finn?”
I snorted and rolled my eyes. “Well, Good morning, Mom.”
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Good morning. Is my grandson okay?”
I blew out a sigh, exasperated already. “Yes, he's fine. He's doing great. Sorry that I'm calling so early. The
