Matt
An ice grip seized Matt’s lungs and didn’t let go. His brother never phoned him, especially on nights out. He lifted the cell to his ear but was interrupted before he could speak.
“Matt?”
“Bri? Are you okay?” Thirty minutes to midnight. He looked out the window. He’d make it back in time for curfew at least.
“Can you come get me?” Brian sounded out of breath, and his tone strained.
Matt sighed in relief. At least he wasn’t slurring his words. James shot him a questioning look from the driver’s seat. “Are you okay?” Matt repeated. “Where are you?”
“I’m fine, can you grab me though? Adam had a bit much to drink and I took him home, so now I’m stuck.”
Matt pinched the bridge between his eyes and nose and squeezed his eyes shut. He tried to calm his voice when he spoke next. “Why d
