(Dane)
The call came in the evening.
Cassidy's phone was on the table between us. We were eating dinner when it lit up with a number she didn't recognize. She picked it up and answered the way she always answered unknown numbers. Careful. Giving nothing away until she knew who it was.
I watched her face change when she heard the voice on the other end.
Not dramatically. Just that small shift she had when something caught her off guard and she was deciding how to handle it.
She put the fork down.
"Zander," she said.
I set mine down too.
She kept her voice even. Professional. Asked the right questions about the paperwork and the timeline and what the next steps looked like. She was good at that. At keeping things exactly where they needed to be regardless of what was happening undern
