~Aaron~

My phone rang the next morning. It was Rhoda. We’d barely spoken since Joan left the restaurant in tears.

Rhoda had been upset with me for setting her up with Joan without giving her a heads-up. I never had the courage to explain myself, knowing it was just her way of pretending nothing affected her.

Adjusting the towel around my waist, I swiped the green button to answer.

There was a sniffle on the other end. I froze.

“Aaron?” Her voice cracked ...