Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t! I thought. What in the actual hell am I thinking!? Now what? This is awkward. Okay, Andy, what would Marcia do?

First, she would feed him… damn, it was already almost noon! He had to be starving!

Second, she would keep him busy… just like she had done for me.

“Are you hungry?” I asked Luke.

“Andy, you don’t need to look after me,” he said kindly. “And I’m honestly more tired than anything.” ...