Divided Loyalties

Vance

I was sitting in my apartment one night after work, flipping through Netflix with a glass of whiskey in my hand, when my phone buzzed on the coffee table. Picking it up, I let out a soft sigh. It was Holden, and it was late. It wasn’t like him to call this late at night. We had only just spoken a couple of days ago, at Stella’s clean-up party, too.

“Holden, what’s the matter?”

I could hear