Gomez was calling. I didn't make it out of Sofia's room and into the hallway in time to take it. I decide to walk to the parking area before calling back. I haven't heard from Moon or Gomez since leaving their home. We have unfinished business and I'm hoping for an update.
It's a little after two in the afternoon and sweltering heat rises off the black asphalt. There's a bench under a tree and I head in that direction. I don't bother sitting. I've done enough of that over the past few days.
The doctor said they're discharging Sofia in the next few days if she keeps improving. I haven't dwelled on what this will cost. It's the least of my worries right now. I stand in the shade and call Gomez.
He answers immediately. "We have her and a little extra baggage. Can you talk?"
"Yes."