“What’s up?”
“Making sure you’re all right,” she read aloud. “Dad left a message with Ian. He wants to talk to you.”
Andrew couldn’t find a response.
“Tell him he has my email address.” She talked as she typed.
It was as good a response as any. “You okay?” He ran a hand along her arm, to grasp her hand.
“I will be. I just… What do I say to him?”
Andrew had a list of suggestions. “I can’t tell you that. But whatever it is, it’ll be the right thing.”