Page 245 of When a Soul Cries

I busied myself opening one of the boxes, but obviously I was listening.

I was nosy, not deaf.

“Yeah, we’re here now,” Sol said, glancing around the room. “We’re getting everything inside.”

She paused.

Her eyebrows pulled together.

“What?”

I stopped messing with the box.

Sol straightened.

“Rome, no.”

Oh, shit.

I turned my head.

“You’ve already done enough,” she continued. “Seriously. I’ll figure it out. We’re okay.”

I stared at her.

Figure what out?

Sol listened for another few seconds.

“No. I appreciate it, but—”

I walked over.

She immediately turned away from me.

That told me everything I needed to know.

“What he talking about?” I whispered.

Sol waved me off.

“Rome, I said—”

I snatched the phone.

“Zari!”

I put it to my ear.

“Hello?”

There was a brief silence.

Then Rome’s deep voice came through the speaker.

“Zari?”

“Yeah, it’s me. What you trying to give her?”