**Easton**
“Okay, I’ve got a gym bag in the trunk of my car. I’ll get that,” I told Jenna.
She nodded, and I turned to leave the bedroom. As I opened the door to exit the apartment, Gavin suddenly started pacing in my head.
“Why are you pacing? I’m not abandoning Arianna; I’m just going to get something to put her clothes in,” I linked to Gavin.
“I know that! I’m not deaf. I just have a weird sense,” he linked back.
“Weird sense?” I asked, glancing down the steps toward the squad car.
“Someone is watching,” Gavin said, continuing to pace.
I reached the car and popped the trunk lid. All the squad cars had gym bags with extra clothes for emergencies.
“That’s probably Jenna,” I sighed in the link to him. Besides, I didn’t feel like we were being watched.
“It’s not Jenna,” Gavin growl
