I Opened The Security Log Before They Could Get Their Story Straight

hands through his hair.

“Did she say where she went?”

Ryan stared at him. Then at me. Then back at Damon.

“That’s what you’re worried about?”

Damon seemed to hear himself too late.

He sat down heavily on the stool by the island and looked sick. Good. Let him.

My phone buzzed.

Madison.

Of course.

A text.

Please let me explain.

Then another.

I love you. I never continue reading …