“Nate?”
“Shit …”
“Nate, are you here? Nat-“
Nate stops packing as James bursts into his room. James’s eyes freeze on the large green suitcase, overflowing with creased and hastily thrown in clothing. “What are you doing?”
“Why are you here, James?”
“Ellie called me. Said I need to come asap. That you are going mad.”
Nate cuts a short loud laugh. “That’s one way of describing it.”
“What’s going on...