ROBYN
“Oh, fuck.” He sat on the bed and looked at his clothes piled up on the floor. “I think I might have left my phone in the office after I called you.”
While my gaze was glued to Spade, I answered it. “Lex?”
“Put it on speaker,” Spade demanded.
And I did it, mouthed, “Be nice.”
“Where’s my son? He’s not picking up his phone.” His voice was urgent, making me worry.
“I’m here, Dad. I forgot my phone downstairs,” despite the tension, he said calmly. “Is everything okay? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Your father—”
“I don’t wanna talk about him,” he cut him off.
“I know you’re upset, but you might wanna set your anger aside. And you might just get what you wished for. He’s been mugged at the cemetery.”
I made an audible gasp. My shaky hand flew to my mouth.
“W-what?” His words seem
