He flipped it facedown.
The phone buzzed again.
A message preview appeared.
“Did you tell her yet?”
My stomach tightened.
“Tell me what?”
Nolan didn’t answer.
I pulled out a chair and faced him.
“Did you tell her yet?”
“Sit down.”
“Ayla, please.”
“Sit.”
I stayed standing until he looked at me.
“Start with the first thing you didn’t tell me.”
Nolan dragged both hands over his face.
“Ayla, please.”
“Madison started calling more after her husband left. She needed rides to appointments and help with things around her place.”
“You never mentioned the appointments.”
He looked down.
“How long has this been going on?”
“A couple of months.”
This hadn’t gotten out of hand in one bad week. It had become a routine.
“How long has this been going on?”
“Why did you keep saying yes?”
“We’ve been friends forever.”
“That’s history.”
Nolan stared at the table.
“Because I could help.”
“Did you like being able to fix something?”
“Why did you keep saying yes?”
“I was helping my best friend!”
“Did you like being needed?”
His mouth tightened.
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