I pressed the note to my lips, then forced myself to act.
I called the pediatric clinic and told them I was bringing in a baby who had been left in my care.
Then I called Paul.
He answered with irritation. “What now, Jodi?”
“Get over here.”
“Jodi, I have work. I have a life.”
“And I have your granddaughter on my kitchen table.”
A pause.
“What?”
“Come now, Paul.”
He arrived twenty minutes later. Amber stayed in the car.
