The screen lights up with what looks like a hundred notifications.
Missed calls.
Texts.
Voicemails.
From Charli.
From Harleigh.
From Matty.
From Cabe.
From Grandma.
Oh shit.
I don’t even open them. I can’t. I know exactly what they say.
Where are you?
Are you okay?
Did something happen?
You’d better be alive.
I tap straight into Cabe’s contact and hit Call.
He picks up on the second ring.
“Shelby,” he says, relief flooding his voice. “Where the hell have you been?”
“I’m fine,” I say quickly. “I just—can you come get me?”
A pause.
“Where are you?”
I close my eyes. “At Waylon’s.”
Another pause. Longer this time.
“Oh,” he says slowly. “Well, that explains a lot.”
“Please don’t tell anyone,” I beg.
“I’m not making any promises,” he says, but I hear the smile in his voice. “Where am I headed?”
I give him directions and click off the line, leaning back against the door, phone pressed to my chest.
I take a deep breath, then dress swiftly, my brain already spiraling ahead to the fallout.
Last night was—what was last night?
I have no idea, but I’d better figure it out quickly because as soon as I walk into Wildhaven Storm, the questions are coming for me.
