Ryan
Can you please come home?
Can’t. I need to make a little more $$ before calling it a night. Got a ride! Got to go. See you tomorrow.
See you tomorrow? Is she out of her goddamn mind? In what world does she think I’m going to bed and will just see her tomorrow?
Vee
Indy is good. Still working.
Ryan
What the hell is so important that she needs to be working these kinds of hours? Did the airline do a pay cut?
No, but it’s also not my business to talk about. If she wants to tell you she will. Heading to bed. Love you.
I exhale a deep, resigned sigh.
Thanks for getting ahold of her. Love you too.
Indy’s obnoxious yellow curtains are pushed to the wall, letting Chicago’s midnight skyline filter into my living room. Stevie and Zanders’ penthouse is across the street, a
