"Mom. Mom. Mom!"
Violet's voice snapped Keeley out of her half asleep state. She was so tired. Her daughter looked at her expectantly and she realized she had probably been trying to talk to her.
"I'm sorry, Vi. Could you repeat that?" she asked in a weary voice.
"I said I need a ride to Noah's house. He needs help on his science fair project," Violet replied impatiently. "What's with you? You've been such a space case lately."
Keeley couldn't deny it. She hadn't missed any major commitments and let her kids or friends down—thank goodness—but she was pretty out of it. Her mind was either back in the lab or on a tropical island somewhere.
She needed a vacation so badly but wasn't likely to get one until the current trial finished. Then she might be able to take a week off.
"Work is getting to me," Keeley confessed. "Don't worry about it though. I'm fine."
