Izzy had left to get breakfast, but the silence in his apartment felt heavy after he walked out the door. I didn’t want to leave—I couldn’t. The thought of running into anyone with my face bruised, or worse, seeing Trevor again, made my stomach churn. So I stayed where I was, curling up on the couch, my mind racing with everything that had happened.
I sighed and reached for my phone, the screen lighting up with several missed calls from Renna. I hesitated for a moment before tapping the screen, feeling a knot of guilt twist in my chest. I had to call her back. I had to let her know I was okay.
The phone rang twice before Renna’s voice came through, sharp with concern. “Grey? Where are you? I’ve been trying to reach you all night.”
“I’m okay,” I said quickly, trying to reassure her. “I j
