“Miss Walker?” The girl on the other end sounded steady, almost gentle. “It’s Madison, Nathan’s date.”
“Is he okay?” I blurted. “Is something wrong?”
“No, no, please don’t worry,” she said quickly. “He’s totally fine. He’s actually on the dance floor right now. I just stepped outside for a minute because I wanted to call you.”
I lowered myself onto the arm of the couch.
“You wanted to call me?”
“I know that probably sounds weird.” There was a small, nervous laugh. “I just figured a mom might be a little anxious tonight. I would be.”
I pressed my hand against my forehead.
She was not cruel. She was not mocking.
She sounded genuine.
“That’s very kind of you, Madison,” I managed. “Thank you.”
“Your son is having a really good time, Miss Walker. People keep coming up to talk to him. He’s funnier than he lets on. Did you know that?”
A laugh escaped before I could stop it.
“I had a suspicion.”
She paused. I could hear faint music behind her, the muffled thump of bass through a wall.
“Miss Walker, can I ask you something kind of out of the blue?”
“Of course.”
“Do you remember when your son used to tutor my little brother? About two years ago. His name is Ethan. He would have been a freshman then.”
The name did not ring a bell.
Nathan had never mentioned tutoring anyone.
“I don’t think Nathan ever told me about that,” I said slowly. “He actually tutors a lot of kids. He never makes a big thing of it.”
“Yeah.” Her voice softened. “It seems so.”
I switched the phone to my other ear.
