Cassie returned from the store, only to get a call from home—her mom had twisted her back. She told me she had to head out right away.
“I’m fine,” I said, waving her off.
“I’ll order takeout. Go take care of your mom.”
“Call me if you need anything. Anything.”
“Will do.”
Cassie left reluctantly, but on her way out, she ran into Elliot coming down.
Sure enough, not long after, my phone buzzed—Elliot.
“Vivian’s injury is work-related, right?”
Cassie must’ve cornered him.
“She’s alone tonight, and since you’re just upstairs, could you check on her?”
Elliot grinned. “No problem.”
Cassie, clearly pleased, shot back,
“Thanks, man.”
“No problem,” Elliot said.
“I’ll let Frank know.”
He immediately called Frank, passing along Cassie’s request.
Frank, never one to shy away from a tas
