Ryan's POV
The house was quiet when I walked in.
Way too quiet.
I glanced around.
No bags by the couch. No TV humming.
Guess Kenya wasn't home.
I headed down the hallway anyway and knocked on her bedroom door.
"Kenya?"
Nothing.
I knocked again.
Still nothing.
I grabbed the doorknob and gave it a twist.
Locked.
A smirk found its way onto my face.
For a second, I pictured her sitting on the other side, deliberately ignoring me, only for the door to swing open because she'd forgotten to lock it.
I'd never let her hear the end of it.
I snorted.
At some point, annoying Layla Brooke had become the highlight of my day.
Weird.
I turned toward my room.
My hand had barely reached the doorknob when—
Let me out.
Everything inside me stopped.
Help me.
No.
Not again.
The voice
