I stare at my phone and it’s like watching water boil waiting for a response from Thalia. I sent a text to her about an hour after she’d hurried out of my office to go to the hospital, asking if everything was okay with her niece. That was two hours ago, meaning I’ve been wondering what the fuck is going on for three hours.

Of course, I didn’t know she had a niece because our time together has been spent mostly fucking, and the talks we’ve had never got personal enough to talk about family. It makes me realize I don’t know much about Thalia at all, and normally, this...