“Mack! I hadn’t heard from you since Friday. Are you ok?” Donovan’s voice rings high with concern.

“Yeah, I’m…” I look around at the dinner that I’m cleaning up, scooping up half of it and putting it in Roxy’s fridge.

I spot a pecan pie in a glass pie pan.

“...good. I just needed some ‘me time.’ Sorry, didn’t mean to worry you, or ditch you Friday for that matter,” I confess, but I know I don’t sound sorry. ...