Wyatt
Friday night, I walked into my condo just as my phone rang. I’d survived the week, including my encounter with Sundance, and had avoided Flick’s in an effort to protect my heart from further damage. Being so close to him had rocked me and I realized I needed to get a grip or I was going to completely lose my mind.
I checked my screen and saw that it was Justin calling, so I answered. “Hey, Dr. Hill—I mean, Justin. Is Teddy freaking out? I’m leaving in ten minutes.”
“No. He’s not freaking out. He’s gone.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“He’s missing, Wyatt. We’ve called the police and we’ve started a search, but he’s not in the building.”
I grabbed my purse and headed back out. “Did you check Sarah’s room?”
“Yes. She’s here, but Teddy’s not. We’ve checked all of his regular hiding places,
