25
Cyra
The room goes deadly quiet and any thought of food suddenly makes me feel sick. Spence reaches for his phone, but then looks at me, nodding at it. “You pick it up, you should do it.”
“He’s calling you...” But I carefully reach out and take the phone, accepting the call. “Hey.” The word barely leaves me, my voice so quiet. I’m instantly in tears, even though this whole call could just be him telling me that everything is okay and that they’re about to order their own ribs. But we don’t tend to have luck like that.
“Hey, sweetheart.” Zack’s voice is soft, tender, no joking, no messing about, and tears start to stream down my cheeks for real.
I get offered napkins from four different directions and it makes me smile, even though I have no idea how I can. “What happened? What’s go
