“I messaged her.”
Of course he did.
I took the phone.
His message was simple. Careful.
Her reply wasn’t.
Andrew didn’t leave her.
My fingers tightened around the phone.
“Mom?” Leo whispered.
I kept reading.
Gwen wrote that Andrew had come home shaken the night I told him. That their mother found out. That everything changed in a matter of hours.
That they left early.
That he begged to come see me.
That he wasn’t allowed.
And then—
