#Chapter 357: Leftovers

I had just finished another draining day at the office, the familiar weight of exhaustion settling heavily upon my shoulders as I trudged towards the parking lot. The cacophony of honking cars and bustling pedestrians filled the air, mingling with the constant buzz of my thoughts. As I reached for my car keys, my phone vibrated insistently in my pocket, disrupting the rhythm of my weariness. With a sigh, I fished it out, glancing at the caller ID. Andy. My pulse quickened with surprise. It hadn't been long since our last conversation, and hearing from him again so soon was unexpected. Nonetheless, curiosity outweighed my fatigue, and I answered the call. "Hey, Andy. What's up?" I asked, my voice tinged with curiosity. "Evie, hey. Listen, are you busy right now?" His tone was urgent, almost frantic. I hesitated, my mind racing through the possibilities. "Not particularly. Why? What's going on?" "It's about Mia," he said, his voice lowering to a somber tone. "She left some of her st