Weston

I grip the doorframe to keep myself from falling over. In my ear, the guys are all asking questions about what I’ve just said.

“What wife?” Nolan asks.

“No, for real,” Abel interjects, his voice louder than the rest of them. “What wife are you talking about?”

Quickly, I hit the button on the headset and speak into it. “I’ll be back later.” I throw it on the ground. Never mind that thing was a splurge that cost me over a ...