“I will. Thanks.”
She yawned, and I got the message that the conversation was over.
We turned the movie back on, and fell asleep on the couch while it played.
ten
FINN
I paced Emmy’s doorstep,my phone to my ear and my entire body tense with panic as I tried to breathe through the fear.
“Leave a message after the tone,” a robotic voice said for the dozenth time. I hung up with a growl.
Where was she?
I’d been at her house, calling her, for fifteen minutes now. She’d given me the door code a few weeks ago, so I’d been inside and knew she wasn’t home. Her car wasn’t there either.
Abby, Stella, and Jade hadn’t answered their phones when I tried to ask if they knew where she was. Neither had Wyatt, Nico, or Graham.
I didn’t have numbers or addresses for Zoe or Maya.
What if something had happened to her?
What if she was hurt?
What if she’d gone out with her friends and went home with some other bastard? That didn’t seem like something she would do, but what if they’d talked her into it? I didn’t know Maya or Zoe. Maybe they were like that. Emmy definitely wouldn’t want to be the one person who didn’t go do something that sounded fun.
I’d fucking kill him for touching her.
Not knowing what else to do, I called her.
Again.
Like a fucking stalker.
Right before that damn robot told me to leave a message again, she finally answered.
“Hello?” Her voice was heavy with sleep.
The sheer amount of relief that rolled through me told me I was in way too deep. “You’re okay?” The question came out more like a demand.
“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You’re not home.”
“I slept at Zoe’s.”
The weight her answer took off my shoulders was staggering. “Can you send me the address? Please?”
She paused. “I think I’m going to have breakfast with my friends, Finn.”
I deserved that.
Anxiety had gotten the best of me the night before, and I put distance between us. That was on me.
“That’s fine. I just want to see you first.”
She sighed softly. “Alright. I’ll text it to you.”
