David’s message lay glowing on the table like a touchscreen bomb.
No one breathed. Not the country music on the speaker, not the cousins with their bourbon, not Mike’s mom with her hand over her mouth. Even the burgers seemed to have gone cold all at once.
Mike was the first to react. He lunged for the phone, but I got there first. I grabbed it. He froze, with the suitcase in one hand and his dignity dragging on the floor.
