“Kyle? I need your help.” My forehead pinches. The caller sounds like – “This is Addison.” That’s what I thought. My tongue starts to feel dry. I haven’t spoken to her in a week, since that night at the club. Minutes after my silent exchange with Derek, I left. I didn’t know what he might do, and I didn’t want to make Addison uncomfortable or ruin Kevin and Ashley’s night. I wonder if he said anything to her; if what happened is the reason for her call. “Are you there?” she asks. “Yeah. I’m here.” “What are you doing?” “Driving.” I slow at the next corner and make a right turn. “Oh. Well, like I said, I need your help. Are you busy tomorrow?” Hmmm. Let me consult my empty calendar. “No. What’s up?” The line is silent and I imagine Addison twisting her fingers together. After a second or two, she says, “My sister’s husband can’t make it to the lake to winterize the cottage. I have no idea what needs to be done. Can you come with me for the day? I’ll drive.”
