*ARIANA*
"What is?"
"This. Calling you. Crying in front of you."
"Why?"
"Because I don't even like you."
He laughed. Actually laughed. "Yeah, you've made that clear over the years."
"So why are you here?"
"Because you called."
"That's not an answer."
He was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "I'll get you updates on your dad."
I blinked. "What?"
"I have connections at the hospital. I can find out how he's doing. What the doctors are saying. If he's asking for you."
"Why would you do that?"
"Because you shouldn't have to wonder. Knowing heals, even if its just a bit."
I stared at him, trying to understand. "Durrell, why are you doing this? Any of this. The texts. Showing up here. Offering to help. You don't owe me anything."
He looked out at the empty rink, his expression unre
