His window faced the beautiful mountains of north Georgia which were covered in shades of orange and yellow. Small cabins and houses peppered the landscape, and Camden could see puffs of smoke billowing from several chimneys across the hills. Sam was sleeping when Camden decided to go outside and get some fresh air. The hospital had a lovely little courtyard that was situated in the center of the grounds. She made a cup of hot cocoa and walked outside. As she sat down, her cell phone rang. “Hello?” Camden said as she put her cocoa on the concrete picnic table. “Camden?” She was surprised to hear her mother’s voice on the other end of the phone since it had come up as an unknown number. “Mom,” Camden said. “Don’t hang up, Camden. It is important that we have this conversation,” her mother said sternly. “What is it mother? And where are you calling from?” “I knew you would ignore my calls, so I am using a friend’s phone at the club,” she said. Camden had never noticed just house snooty her mother’s voice really was until now. “Go ahead…”
