POV’s Philip
As I sat beside Tate on her couch, a plush blanket thrown over us, I thought about earlier that day, not paying attention to the show she had playing on the TV.
I thought about that moment when I picked up Riley’s call while I was sitting on my own couch with Ethan and Caleb.
“Riley, what’s going on?” I grumbled into the phone.
“Philip, where are you?” The worry and panic were heavy in her voice, making me sit up.
“At home, why?” I asked, getting up from the couch, walking into the kitchen.
“I need you to go to my apartment, Tate is there–”
“What happened?” I was already grabbing my team jacket.
“I–I don’t know. She just called me, and something is wrong. I think–I need you to go there and make sure she doesn’t do anything bad.” Riley rambled into the phone, her voice
