Playing Pretend

Avery

I found Jonathan's number and dialed before I could second-guess myself. It rang three times before he picked up.

"Jonathan?" I said, gripping the phone.

"Hey, Avery. What's up?"

I could hear the hum of office chatter behind him, the click of keyboards, someone laughing.

"Where are you right now?"

"At the office. Why? Everything okay?"

I paced the kitchen, phone pressed to my ear. "I need a