Briar
I trudged home, my body heavy with exhaustion and my mind reeling from everything I'd learned. The rain had finally stopped, but the night air was cold and damp, chilling me to the bone. My clothes clung to me uncomfortably, and I could feel mud squelching in my shoes with each step.
As I approached our house, I saw a figure pacing on the porch, illuminated by the soft glow of the porch light. Finn. Of course he'd be worried sick.
"Briar!" he called out as soon as he spotted me, rushing down the steps. His face was a mixture of relief and concern. "Where the hell have you been? I've been calling you for hours!"
I winced, remembering my smashed phone. "Sorry," I mumbled, avoiding his gaze. "I was at Odette's."
Finn's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his blue eyes widening. "Odette's
