Amelia was driving to the cemetery when Christopher called her.
She put on her Bluetooth headset, slightly surprised, "You're still awake?"
"I asked you to let me know once everything was sorted out, but you've been silent. I was worried something might have happened to you," Christopher explained, then asked with concern, "Is everything at the office taken care of?"
"Mm…" Her mood was downcast, and she didn't want to say much.
Christopher sensed it immediately. His tone carried more worry as he asked, "What's wrong? You don't sound happy."
"Nothing. I'm driving, busy with some things. By the way, I won't visit the hospital tonight. Once I finish up here, I'll head straight home. You behave and follow the doctor's instructions, and rest well."
Just as she had gotten into the car, she caught a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror. Her left cheek had a red mark from where Michael Garcia had struck her with a folder. It wouldn't fade by the end of the day.