Chapter Twenty Four

LARA

The phone pressed warm against my ear as I curled one leg up beneath me on the bed, watching the gentle sway of the trees outside the suite window.

“Are you eating enough?” My mother’s voice rang through the speaker like the crackle of a warm fire.

“Yes, Mom.” I sighed with a smile. “I’m eating. I promise.”

“You sound tired.” Came my dad’s voice, gruffer, but no less concerned. “Is your boss