"Busy with what?" He asked.
"Work."
"It's a weekend. Who are you kidding?" He scoffed.
"I just got promoted, Jace. The workload doesn't observe weekends." I pinched the bridge of my nose.
"You didn't sleep at home. I called last night." He said, and I sincerely hadn't prepared myself for that question.
I should have known that he'd call home to ask after me.
"I had things to sort out," I replied calmly, so my guilt doesn't give me away.
"Are you at the office?"
"Jace."
"I'm just asking."
"I know you are." I kept my voice warm. "I have a lot on my plate right now. Can we talk properly tomorrow?"
"Arel... I can feel it. Something is not right with you." He exhaled. "Is this still about Moon? Because if it is, I need you to know that—"
"Don't, Jace. Don't go there. Please. I've go
