Chapter 22
fall seven times, stand up eight
when one is missing, hearts ache
“I just don’t know what to do. I’m worried.”
Jericha’s eyes were round with worry, even as she nibbled one of the cookies I’d brought.
“And the last time you saw him was three days ago?”
“More, now. It’s not like Reno to stay away for so long.”
“You don’t think maybe he found some girls to hook up with?” I suggested, remembering how the themes of his favorite feed-induced dreams.
“No, no way. He talks a big game, but he’s actually not much of a player. And he would have checked in with me by now, or at least called Jesse to brag. He hasn’t even shown up for work: I asked. He knows I worry, he would have called me,” she insisted.
“Damn.” I put down my beer and reached for another cookie. “You don’t think h
