Wyatt answered her, "Hmm."
Rae Bennett hadn't heard his voice for so long; she was a bit lost in thought.
Wyatt waited for a while, "Why aren't you speaking?"
Juan Morris moved stealthily towards Rae's side, peeking over quietly and leaning his ear in.
Rae looked up.
Juan Morris pretended to stretch out his hand, took a pistachio from Rae's side, then moved back, sat up straight, and looked very honest.
Rae sat down on another sofa, a little further from Doghead Juan.
She covered the mouthpiece and said softly, "There are too many questions; I don't know which one to ask."
She wanted to ask him when he had arrived, where he was staying if he was accustomed to the food, why his phone was off if something had happened...
She had so many things, many things she wanted to tell Wyatt.
His voice sounded very tired, "You can only ask one."
Rae didn't waste time deciding; she quickly asked, "When will you be back?"
"If nothing unexpected happens, next weekend."
