I exhale. “Just our usual problems. You know how it is.”
She's still skeptical but nods.
“Alright. So who do I need to call? Your mom? Your dad?”
I shake my head. “No. Don’t. My family’s far away. There’s no need to make them panic and hop on a plane. You’re my only friend here.” I meet her eyes. “You’re enough.”
She hesitates. Her gaze drops to the floor, then back to me.
“I’ll call Knox.”
“No!”
Too fast.
“I have to let someone know,” she says. “Just relax, Finn. Lay back.”
I watch her pull out her phone and walk toward the hallway. My stomach sinks. This isn’t going as planned. She’s supposed to sit here. Feed me jello. Fluff my pillow. Cry a little maybe. Re-forge the bond I’ve been trying to drag back together since the wedding fell apart.
But instead, she’s dialing him.
And
