Their finger landed on Grayson’s number and pressed CALL before they could talk themselves out of it.
It rang twice, then, “Hello?” Grayson’s voice was a little slurred and fuzzy around the edges. “Wyatt, is that you? Has something happened? Is your Mom okay?”
Wyatt inhaled. There was no turning back now. “I ... I just ...” Their voice came out small and watery.
“Wyatt?” Grayson’s voice had gone sharp. “Are you okay?”
Wyatt didn’t know how to answer that. “No,” they said finally.
There was a scuffling noise in the background, a bump as Grayson shifted the phone. “Tell me your address?”
It occurred to Wyatt that Grayson had never been to their apartment, and they were suddenly washed with shame because of it. Why hadn’t they had Grayson over? They were being a s**t partner, weren’t th
