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“So we run.”
“Run?” Daddy paused. “That’s not possible. You know him—”
My little brother Bruno’s voice caused me to blink, then sit up. He said Daddy’s name.
“I can’t sleep,” Bru whined.
“It’s okay, son. Come here.”
The room quieted, no more voices.
“I’m going to put him back to bed,” Daddy continued. “You’ve ruined us both.”
“Have I?” Mommy said. “At least I tried. At least I admit I have a heart. I do love her, and it doesn’t matter what you say, or how you act. You love her too, Godfrey. I’ve seen you with her.”
“I’m putting our son to bed. Or have you forgotten what’s fact?”
“I wished I could forget,” Mommy stated, her voice low. “I wish I could as easily as you.”
A door slammed, and I shook, frightened by it. It also hurt my head, and I touched it, the bandage soft under my fingers. The doctor said I’d heal soon, but that my head hurting would happen. He said that was normal, though.
It was normal after a fall.
I didn’t remember falling. Mommy and Daddy had told me about it. I’d just woken up with lots of doctors and a hurting head.
I wished it didn’t hurt now. I wished Mommy and Daddy didn’t fight. They kept fighting since I’d hurt myself.
This is my fault.
If I hadn’t fallen, Mommy and Daddy wouldn’t argue anymore. It started real bad after the fall.
I hugged my pillow, pinching at my wrist. My bracelet wasn’t there when I woke up in the hospital. I wondered if I’d left it there.
I wished I could find it.
Chapter Forty-Two
Dorian - present
I heard her voice for all of a second before the call ended, and when I lowered my phone, my friends were staring at me. Wolf and I had gone back to his place, and Wells and Thatcher returned when we called them back. They’d dropped Bow off at Thatch’s before they arrived, making up some excuse. I didn’t know what they’d ended up telling her, but I wasn’t thinking about any of that right now.
“Did she answer?” shot right away in my direction, Wolf on the couch. He sat completely still between Wells and Thatcher, his hands together. He sat up. “Dorian?”
“Yeah,” I said because she had. I heard my name, but then the call ended. I shook my head. “I lost her. I don’t know if the call dropped or…”
I redialed before I could finish the statement, hoping she just had a bad connection or something. She’d answered me.
She had answered.
Pick up, Sloane. Pick up, baby.
She didn’t, the call moving right away to voicemail. It didn’t even fucking ring.
“Dorian?”
My friends had gathered around me, but only one of them spoke.
Wolf pushed his way through, his head shaking. I found him hard to look at while I restlessly attempted to contact Sloane. He’d wanted to do it.
