My gut told me that nothing good would come from this call.
Chandler feigned ignorance. "You can answer it. Just ignore me."
I shot him a glare and answered the phone.
"Gisselle, I have something to do today. Please don't be mad. In a few days, I'll take you to that new restaurant in the east town to try some food. I heard they need to make reservations in advance, and I've already made one. Also…"
No matter how hard he tried to hide it, I could still hear it.
I could sense his labored breathing and the soft sobbing of a girl.
The excuses and games that adults played were mutually understood but unspoken. I'd seen it too many times. Sometimes overthinking it became a burden. Instead of dwelling on it, I thought it was easier to pretend not to know.
So, I responded as usual, "Alright, I need to talk to you about something when you come back tomorrow."
Before Jayvon could reply, I hung up immediately.
Chandler overheard and pieced it together. He silently tidied up the first-aid kit, putting it back in the drawer as if it were second nature, cleaning up the trash, and sitting down next to me quietly.