“Laik?”
Marisa’s voice cut across the line, and it was hoarse as if she’d been crying. I pushed up in bed, checking the time. It was after one in the morning. “It’s me. Are you okay?”
“Are you home?”
“No, I’m staying with Boden right now.”
“Oh, I—never mind. It was dumb.”
Boden shifted into a sitting position, worry lining his face. He mouthed, “Who?”
“Marisa,” I mouthed back. “Where are you?”
I heard a car door slam. “I came to The Gallery and was knocking but no one answered.”
“You shouldn’t be out on your own right now. It’s not smart. Let’s call the sheriff’s department to get you an escort home.”
“I’m in my car now.” The engine started. “My doors are locked. I’m fine. I just wanted to talk to you. I shouldn’t have come in the middle of the night.”
“That’s okay. I can come meet you—”
“No. Go back to sleep.”
I could feel the hurt in Marisa’s voice, and it tore at me in more ways than one. I hated that she was in pain, and that we’d grown so distant over the years. “Will you meet me for breakfast at The Bean tomorrow?”
Marisa sniffed, doing her best to clear away the tears. “Sure.”
“How about nine?”
“Yeah, that’s good.”
I gripped my phone a little tighter. “You’ll go straight home?”
“I promise. No stopping for shots at the bar.”
A soft laugh escaped me. “Glad to hear it. Save it for the espresso shots with breakfast.”
“Not nearly as much fun, but I can make it work.”
“Good. See you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow…Laik?”
“I’m here.”
Marisa was quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry. I was hurting, and I took that out on you. I shouldn’t have. You never did that to me after you lost Jase.”
“It’s okay. I get it. We’ll talk tomorrow. Find our way back.”
“There’s so much I regret…”
“We can fix it. One thing at a time.”
She let out a long breath. “Sure. One thing at a time. Night, Laik.”
The line went dead, and I slowly lowered my phone.
Boden wrapped an arm around me. “She okay?”