The phone rang.
Pausing her movie, Brianna picked it up. "Singer residence."
"Bri?" Came a soft voice.
"Mom?"
"Hey, baby. It's been a while."
"Yeah, Mom, it has."
"I know I haven't been there for you, but I want to see you, baby."
"Why?"
"I miss you. I want to apologize for how everything went between us."
"Since when?"
"I've been doing a lot of thinking lately."
"Funny, I haven't thought about you since you gave Bobby custody."
"I shouldn't have done that, baby. I only signed because you said you wanted to live there."
"I remember, and I'm happy here."
"Just come meet me for dinner, sweetie. I wanna see how big you've gotten."
"Where are you?"
"I'm in Minneapolis. I'm doing some work here for the next few weeks."
"I can come by on Friday night, Mom."
"Perfect, dear. Here's the address."
Brianna walked over to the desk and scribbled it onto a page.
