The moment I passed back over the threshold, the Vega's voices still echoing in my head, the phone rang. I sighed, wanting to ignore it, eyes locked on Quaid, but Erica was already answering it.
"Yes? One moment." She held it out to me, an apologetic look on her face.
Great. Thanks. Just what I needed. A chit chat over nothing while my mother was being falsely persecuted.
"Hello?" That was snippy, even for annoyed Syd. I winced a little as the voice on the other end of the line gasped softly.
"Syd?" Angela Morgan sounded upset. "I'm sorry, am I interrupting?"
Um, yeah. "No, sorry, hello Mrs. Morgan." I leaned against the wall, the cordless balanced between my cheek and shoulder as I drew a deep breath and tried to refocus from my witchy life to what remained of my normal one. "How are you?"
She didn't answer me, just plunged ahead in a rush of words. "Can I speak to Alison?" Her voice was strained, words a little stuttery. Like she was afraid of something.