Phil’s POV
He went for a run.
Glancing at the setting sun, I felt antsy. I knew I should’ve gone with him. He wasn’t acting right. Didn’t eat. Wouldn’t make eye contact.
And now it’s getting dark outside.
“I want to call them but I think they’re already stressed enough,” mom said, worriedly.
“I’ll check his house,” I said. “He might be there.”
“I’ll wait here in case he comes back,” mom said.
Nodding, I jogged to his house, worry tugging at me the whole way. His mom was home while Cliff was probably out and about, looking for his daughter. Using the spare key they’d given me, I got into the house and found Liv sitting over a photo album at the bar. Her eyes snapped up to me and I saw how red her cheeks and nose were. She dabbed at her eyes with a
