~Alistair's POV~
Hands trembling, I opened it and froze at the five words that stared back at me:
Alex: Baby, don't stay out too late.
That was all. No questions about where I was, who I was with, or whether I was okay. It was as if his jealousy had burned out, leaving only indifference. A cold, hollow ache settled in my chest as Andrew drove, pointing out landmarks and corners of the city, but my thoughts were elsewhere, locked inside the quiet weight of that single message.
Finally, Andrew eased the car to a stop along a quiet, tree-lined street and switched off the engine. The sudden silence pulled me out of my thoughts, and I lifted my head, blinking as I took in my surroundings.
"What happened? Why did we stop?" I asked, my voice slightly confused.
