Jemma's POV
Isabelle lead me out of the library and to the elevator. We rode in silence as it hit the top floor. There she pulled me into her and Terry's suite. It had a large sitting area with large couches and a large TV. The bed sat raised on a platform. It was a lot more airy and feminine than Cassius's room. She sat me down on one of the couches. She picked up her phone from a desk and dialed it. She sat beside me.
"Hello, Melinda."
"Izzy?" I heard my mother's voice on the other end. "Is Jemma alright?"
Isabelle laughed. "She will be." She glanced at me with a smile. "I am just calling to see if perhaps you can put your grandson on the phone so he can talk to his mother."
There was a pause, which made my heart beat faster. "Sure, of course. Sorry I had to figur
