Ask your wife about it

“Where are you, Dashiell?” My mother asked the moment she answered the call. It was as if she were waiting for my call, expecting it even. “Why didn't you show up at the venue? Do you know how worried I was? How much I tried to get in contact with you?!” she yelled out. "How could you act so childishly? Aren't you afraid of the tabloid and the story they will make up with your disappearance??"

I pinched the bridge of my nose, inhaling deeply before I responded, “Something came up.” I didn't say more because I knew she wouldn't understand. Not only that, but she wouldn't be pleased if I left the company because of Nova. She wouldn't even care to know my wife was hospitalised.

“Something came up?” She sounded sceptical. “What the hell is so important that you will neglect something like this for? Are you out of your senses?”

“I just called because I know you will try my line. If you will be as unreasonable as you are now, I will have to tell you to forget about it.”

I wasn't in the moo