Zain's POV
I pressed my back against the bathroom wall, but before I could finish speaking, Blanche cut the call.
Staring at my phone's dark screen, irritation flared through me for no clear reason. I pulled out a cigarette and struck it to life.
The flame flickered as Drew emerged from the stall, eyebrows raised with curiosity. "Who was that? All the secrecy?"
I drew deeply, exhaling smoke while my gaze turned icy. "My wife."
'His wife?' Drew's expression showed confusion before realization dawned—I meant Blanche.
"What's going on? You never call her, right?" Drew pressed.
These days, I felt different somehow. I couldn't shake thoughts of Blanche, always wondering what occupied her time.
Then again, she was Carry's mother. Obviously I'd be concerned.
I ignored Drew's question.
Truth was, I had no clue what to tell him.
