I turned my silver wedding band around my ring finger.

The edge of the metal bit into my skin.

“Kendra’s been having company while I’m gone, and I need eyes on the house.”

The line went completely silent.

I could hear the faint beat of his knuckles drumming on his steering wheel.

He didn’t ask any questions.

He didn’t hand me any empty comfort.

“I know a guy,” Martinez said.