iBruce’s phone buzzed as he buttoned his jacket and stepped into the courtyard. Xavier’s name lit up the screen.

He had thought it was meret already missing him even though he saw her off just minutes ago.

“Hey,” Bruce answered, his tone calm but clipped, already halfway to the car.

“What’s up? How are you holding up?” Xavier’s voice carried the restlessness of someone trapped too long at home.

“I’m good,” Bruce said, sliding into the back seat. He gave a nod to the driver ...