NICOLE
“Nikki?”
Roman’s voice is low and urgent. I have to swallow the sobs forming in the back of my throat at the sound of his concern.
“Mason,” I begin, my voice strained. “He’s back home and things…we had a massive argument.”
“What did he say?”
“A whole bunch of nothing, as usual!” I exclaim before pressing my fingers to my brow bone. I focus on breathing deeply so I won’t bawl my eyes out right now, but that’s pretty hard to do. He called me a tramp. I can’t believe he would say those words to me.
My own brother.
“I have nowhere to go,” I finally say. “I know a motel nearby and I was thinking of—”
“No, of course not,” he interjects in the same tone. “I’m caught up in something right now, but I’ll be there soon, alright? Where are you?”
“In my car. Outside his apartment.”
