Monica's POV
Saturday morning sunlight streamed through the living room windows as I sprawled on the carpet with Austin, building a tower of colorful blocks. Natalie lounged on the couch, scrolling through her phone and occasionally suggesting weekend plans. Our Saturday routine had shifted recently; Morris no longer hosted weekly meetings at his house, only calling us together when Harris had critical announcements.
The sudden ring of my phone cut through our peaceful morning. I padded across the hardwood floor to the kitchen counter, surprised to see the medical office number flashing on the screen.
"Hello?" I answered, leaning against the counter.
"Monica? This is Rosemary from Dr. Parrish's office. How are you doing today?"
"I'm fine, thanks. How are you, Rosemary?"
"Wonderful, dear. I've been waiting for your call to reschedule your appointment. It's been quite a while."
