“They never came out,” Marty explained. “Any clues where they might have snuck off to?”
“None. I just assumed they’d already left. They were talking about a special dinner earlier. I thought their parents—you—were taking them out for a job well done or something.”
If she’d meant to shame him for being so short with her, it worked. Folding his arms over his chest, Alex shoved his hands into his pits and tried to look less pathetic than how he felt. It didn’t work, but at least he had something to do with his hands now.
“Are they not answering their phones?” she asked.
“We haven’t tried yet.”
Marty’s smooth response side-stepped Alex’s shame for not even thinking of it, though in his defense, the kids should’ve been backstage. If he’d whipped out his phone, he would’ve looked either lik
