UNCHARTED PATH
Just then, his phone buzzed sharply, snapping him out of the moment.
“Hello, Jason,” he answered.
“Big bro, where are you? Are you okay?” Jason’s voice came fast, tight with panic.
“Of course I’m fine,” Alex replied, frowning slightly. “Why do you sound so worried?”
“I'm worried!” Jason shot back. “It’s Annie—she’s not herself. She drank something bad. We think it was your juice. Can you come back here right now?”
Alex’s stomach twisted. “Wait… what? My juice?” he asked, lowering his voice as he gently adjusted Lucas, making sure he was lying comfortably. Then he stood and began heading to the door. “Jason, are you saying my drink was spiked and Annie drank it all?”