“What was that crash? Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. I knocked something over is all.”
“Dizzy queen.” Gabe laughs and begins to say something else, but I hang up. I’ll deal with the consequences later.
Right now I need to clean myself up and call Sam.
* * * *
Wren didn’t even realize he was crying until he reached up and felt the damp on his face. The whole thing, this whole story—and he hoped to God it was just that, a story, but he knew it wasn’t, knew it deep in his gut—depressed him, making him feel more helpless and vulnerable.
Why wouldn’t Rufus come back? Wren had a need to help him, even if Rufus wasn’t aware of what he was doing.