Such a fucking simp.
Zephyr and I sit on either side of them.
Tiger’s staring at her phone. Then she plugs it into Callum’s charger and waits for it to power on.
The second it does, she’s scrolling to find a number, pressing the call button.
She holds the phone to her ear and stares straight ahead at nothing.
We all hold our breath.
After a few moments of silence, she says, “Hi. I’m looking for information about Zinnia Lopez. She was taken by CPS a few days ago. Yeah, I’m her sister.”
A pause.
A tear slides out of her eye.
I reach over and wipe it away with my thumb.
Tiger’s eyes meet mine. They’re full of fear and desperation and something that looks like drowning. Like she’s being pulled under and can’t find the surface.
Then she stands up abruptly and walks down the hall.
Away from us.
Callum starts to follow, but Zephyr grabs his arm. “Let her have a minute.”
We sit there listening to her muffled voice through the walls.
Listening to her voice tremble.
And there’s nothing we can do but wait.
Chapter Thirty-Three: Zephyr
Tigerlily walks down the hall with tears streaming down her face, and we’re all left sitting here feeling like pieces of shit.
At least that’s how I feel.
Callum breaks the silence first. “I need to catch up on homework, so I’m going to see if she wants to stay at my place tonight.”
Jax looks at him like he just said the dumbest thing imaginable. “Can you back the fuck off of her?”
Callum rolls his eyes. “Don’t be mad because she likes me more.”
I scoff and hit him in the shoulder. “She’s not going anywhere. Go home and do your homework.”
“And you need to go to the rink to work on your gap control,” Callum fires back. “You left the slot wide open against Portland. Again.”
I step into the kitchen for some water before I say something I’ll regret.
That’s when all of our phone notifications go off at the same time. Three distinct chimes in rapid succession.
“It’s Coach,” I mutter, reading the text.
Get to the locker room right now.
“What the fuck,” Callum says, staring at his screen.
