“Hey.” My mouth went dry. Staring out at the city, I said, “So, um. I talked to Nate. About what’s going on.” “Oh.” Something rustled in the background. Was he still in bed? I wasn’t even sure when he got up these days. “Um. How did he take it?” “As good as we could’ve expected, I guess.” Theo exhaled. “I should call him. It might be good for him to hear from both of us.” “Yeah.” I turned around, watching Nate’s sleeping form through my semitransparent reflection. “Give him a little while, though. He’s not up yet.” “He’s—” Theo paused. When he spoke again, his voice was cold. “So he’s still there.” “Yeah, he’s—” I faced the city again. “Is that a problem?” “No.” His tone suggested it clearly was a problem. “Just…could you pass the message along for him to call me when he has a chance?” I ground my teeth and tried not to get defensive. If I’d been the one in his position, five hundred miles away while Theo broke the news to Nate, I’d probably not feel great about the situation either. “I’ll tell him.” “Thanks.” Silence set in. I fixed my gaze on the road…