My hand was steady as I pulled the paper free. No reason for it not to be.
I unfolded it.
Two words. Familiar handwriting. The kind of penmanship that used to sign anniversary cards and, later, apology notes left on the kitchen counter after he’d put holes in the walls.
Found you. ~ S
21
KNOX
SINNERS AND SAINTS GROUP CHAT
Me: Need a favor.
Axel: Nail file in a cake? Say less.
Blake: Why is that your first thought? *Eye roll emoji*
Axel: Why ISN’T it yours?
Ryker: For fuck’s sake. GET RID OF THE PHONE. How do you even keep it charged?
Me: Prison secrets.
Axel: My money’s on a butt plug that harnesses electricity from his colon. *Smirking emoji*
Blake: What is wrong with you? *Eye roll emoji*
Axel: Medically or philosophically?
Blake: Both. The answer is both. *Laughing emoji*
Jace: I have a meeting in six minutes. What do you need, Knox?
Axel: Look at Mr. CEO over here with his “meetings” and “minutes.”
Jace: It’s called a job, Axel.
Axel: Sounds fake.
Me: There’s someone I need you to watch out for.
Axel: He said cryptically, like a brooding antihero in a romance novel.
Blake: Define “watch out for.”
Me: Just … keep an eye on her. Make sure she’s safe.
Axel: HER?! *Shocked face emoji*
Blake: Her??
Ryker: For fuck’s sake.
Jace: Who is she, Knox?
Ryker: It’s the fucking nurse, isn’t it?
