My little sister has texted me multiple times from her iPad.
I inhale sharply, afraid of what’s waiting.
Zinnia: Where are you?
Zinnia: We went to Elle’s.
Zinnia: Are you still with them?
Zinnia: Please come home.
Zinnia: Dad’s freaking out.
My chest feels heavy like someone’s sitting on it.
Maybe I shouldn’t wait another night. Maybe I should just go home now.
I think of an escape plan. Jax isn’t going to drop me off willingly. I need to figure something else out.
Elle.
I open her text thread, ignoring what she’s written.
Me: Can you come pick me up?
I tap my fingers on the laptop, staring at the screen. It’s Sunday. Elle shouldn’t have plans. She’ll see this soon.
Two minutes later, the dots appear.
Yes!I sit up straighter, crossing my legs.
Elle: Where are you?
Elle: Are you okay?
I type two words: I am…
Hoping that the option of sharing my location would pop up.
Shit.It doesn’t.
My laptop doesn’t work like a phone.
Me: I don’t know where I am.
Elle: Ask someone.
Me: I can’t.
Elle: Where the hell are you!
Elle: Do I need to call the cops?
My fingers fly across the keys.
Me: No, please don’t. Give me a second. I’ll get the address.
My stomach churns as I look at the closed bedroom door. Now I have to face them.
