My Darling Superstar
Charles answered.
Warren’s face appeared on the screen—pale, but smiling. “Hey, brother,” he said. “Thanks for everything. I saw the press conference. You really stood up for her.”
His eyes shifted. “Emily.”
She turned slowly, her voice cool. “Hi, Warren.”
There was a pause. Warren’s smile faltered slightly, but he recovered. “I wanted to tell you both something. I just got the results from my latest scans. The doctors are optimistic. They’ve scheduled me for surgery next month.”