It rang once.
"Chris?" Andrew's voice came immediately, deep and steady, the same voice that had coaxed him through scraped knees and exam nerves. "What happened?"
Chris's heart lurched up into his throat. All the words he'd rehearsed scattered like marbles. "Hey, Andrew," he said, and even to his own ears it sounded small. "It's… complicated."
"Did Mia do something again?" Andrew asked, a thread of amusement slipping through the steadiness, the way it always did when he was trying to keep things light.
Chris closed his eyes and let out a long breath. "I'm recommending you to sit down."
On the other end there was a short pause, then the sound of a chair creaking. "I'm sitting," Andrew said. The warmth was still there, but the amusement had vanished, replaced by the quiet alertness Chris knew from courtrooms. "Now tell me."
