I glance over at Payton. “When did you find the invite?”
“Oh, um, it was this morning after I made coffee.” She bites her lip, looking unsure.
“Close counts,” I reassure her, stroking my thumb over her thigh.
“Maybe around ten? It was laying on the floor. I thought you maybe left it on the counter and it blew off when you shut the door. Or something like that.” I hate how I can hear her confidence slip as she goes. Like she did something wrong.
I flex my hand on her thigh. I’m not well versed in comforting someone, but I feel her relax every time we’re touching. “It wasn’t there when I left around five. And the doors were locked; no sign of any tampering, so they must’ve shoved it under the door.”
“Got it.” I can hear King tapping on his laptop, meaning he was probably working in bed
