"Don't respond," Huxley says reading the text message over my shoulder.
"Hey!" I pull the phone away from his view. I wouldn't hide it anyway, so there's no need for him to go snooping. "Don't you think I should ask where he is?"
Huxley narrows one eye, staring at me, but not seeing me as he thinks. "Yes, but only say that, 'where are you?' And nothing else."
I grit my teeth enough it stops me from rolling my eyes. I'll chalk it up to him being tense because of the situation not because he thinks I'm a moron who can't handle a simple message.
"You want me to send it for you?" he asks when I don't immediately type out the message.
Remember, he is under a lot of stress, Winnie. You can't fault him for wanting to keep you safe.
I give myself the reminder twice more before I'm ready to l
