Chapter Sixty Five

Roth was just about to leave the kitchen when his phone started to ring. “Mom,” the phone screen said.

That was queer, because Roth’s mom was dead and even when she was alive, they didn’t have a phone relationship. He smacked his head with his hand as he realized this was not his phone - it was Tristan’s. For some reason, they had the same model phones.

He picked up Tristan’s phone with the intention of returning it to him on his way to his own room, where Ivanka would be resting right now. The thought of her on his bed filled Roth with a sense of displeasure. Right now, he just wanted to be by himself - calling Ivanka again was a mistake. She had not left his life easily the last time, she surely was going to make it difficult again.

He briefly stopped before Tristan’s door, contemplating whether or not he should enter. He already felt bad enough for having woken Tristan up earlier, so he thought he would just slip in and place the phone beside Tristan without disturbing his sleep.