No storms, no quaking skies, nothing special to signify another day was done.Tara stared at the phone in her hand, as she’d been doing for nearly half an hour. She needed to call Alyssa, at least, but didn’t have enough energy for the fight she knew would ensue. She’d never really gotten along with Alyssa, not like she did with CoCo. Maybe because Alyssa had fled the bayou as soon as she’d been able. She only just began accepting her roots in the past year. Marrying Jackson Devereaux and living in New Orleans probably helped, too. Her sisters deserved to know about Grandmere. Especially if she never recovered. Tara swallowed the thought. That wouldn’t happen. She’d already made the healing potion, and would get some of it into Grandmere’s system somehow.If only CoCo weren’t on her honeymoon. Tara would much rather deal with her oldest sister than Alyssa, who would load up her husband and head out from New Orleans immediately. She let out a sigh. The phone wouldn’t dial itself.
