Suspicion

♤Adrian ♤ I stepped out of the room after a couple of hours to get food for Astrid, who had fallen asleep. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I slowed down before reaching for it. I stared down at the caller ID for a second, debating whether to pick up or let it go to voicemail like I usually did. But no—if Gary was calling me, it could only mean one thing. He had something to say. He hadn't reached out to me since we ran into each other at the restaurant. Even though I was slightly suspicious of his silence, I didn’t have enough proof to confront him. I picked up and brought the phone to my ear. There was a brief silence. "Adrian," he finally said, and I frowned. "Why are you calling?" I asked, and he chuckled. "I'm surprised you picked up. Saved me the trouble of coming to you directly," he said, and I pressed my lips together. "The Dela-Rosas are coming to town with their daughter, Allison," he said, and I narrowed my eyes. "And you're telling me this because?" I asked, already irrit