Abby
The morning sun bathes my office in a gentle glow as I dial Leah’s number, eager to discuss Chloe’s upcoming birthday.
The phone rings a few times before Leah’s raspy voice picks up on the other end.
“Abby? That you?”
“Leah, hey,” I greet, trying to hide my concern. “You sound terrible. What’s up?”
She lets out a congested laugh. “Caught a nasty cold. I’m in bed, sipping on some horrid chicken soup. Can’t believe I’m missing all the action.”
“That’s terrible,” I answer. “I was hoping you could help with Chloe’s party prep.”
A pause ensues, and I hear Leah sigh. “I wish I could, Abby. I had so many ideas, but right now I can barely lift my head off the pillow.”
I let out a quiet chuckle, trying to keep the mood light. “Don’t worry about it. Just rest u
