Diane's POV
It had been two days since my unsettling phone call with Guerrero. Two days of silence that spoke volumes about whatever game was being played behind the scenes. I sat on Joan's comfortable living room couch beside my mother, trying to focus on her stories about an encounter she had one time at the hospital, but my thoughts kept drifting.
"...and then the patient looked at the nurse, completely serious, and said 'But nurse, I thought the thermometer was supposed to go under my tongue!'" Mom finished, her laughter filling the room.
I managed a smile, but it didn't reach my eyes. My hand absently rubbed over my belly where the twins had been unusually active today. Their movements seemed to mirror my internal unrest.
"You didn't hear a word I just said, did you?" Mom asked, her smile fading into concern.
