Before he could finish, his phone started to ring.
Sierra Sutton didn't look at the screen. He just habitually grabbed his earbuds, put them in, and answered the call. "Hello?"
"Hello, Sierra? It's me." Yvette Zimmerman's voice came from the other end.
Sierra Sutton froze for a moment before saying, "Aunt Yvette."
Yvette Zimmerman acknowledged him and asked, "Sierra, where are you and the baby?"
Perhaps still unable to get over Autumn Shelby's absence today, Sierra Sutton didn't answer. He just said in a flat but polite tone, "Aunt Yvette, I'm driving right now, so it's not a good time to talk. If there's nothing else, I'm going to hang up."
"No, no, no, I have something to talk about," Yvette Zimmerman said hurriedly. "Um, today's the baby's birthday, right? Your uncle and I, his grandparents, have just been so swamped we completely forgot. The moment I remembered, I called you right away.
