13
MICAH
It’s been a few long, agonizing hours, and it doesn’t shock me that I haven’t heard any news from my brother. All I’ve done is pace the living room floor, wondering what could be going on in Raelynn’s mind. Then, the sound of a car coming up the road catches my attention. I charge over to the window to see Stark pull up in his truck. I wanted it to be Raelynn, but of course, that’s wishful thinking.
Before Stark can get up to the door and knock, I open it. He smiles, but then it fades when he looks at me. “Hey, man,” he greets cautiously. “The pack’s going out to the bar tonight. So I figured you’d want to hang out a little more before you leave.”
All I can do is stare at him, wondering what my following words should be.
Stark’s expression transforms into curiosity, but I can
