♤Adrian ♤

  I stepped out of the room after a couple of hours to get food for Astrid, who had fallen asleep.

  My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I slowed down before reaching for it.

  I stared down at the caller ID for a second, debating whether to pick up or let it go to voicemail like I usually did.

  But no—if Gary was calling me, it could only mean one thing. He had something to say. He hadn't reached out to me since we ran into each other at the ...