The apartment was too quiet when I got back from school.
The guys were either at practice or gone, leaving only the low hum of the fridge and the faint cedar and wolf scent that clung to every hallway corner like Dave had marked the place as his personal kingdom.
I dropped my bag by the door, kicked off my sneakers, and tried to shake off the echo of Tessan's broken voice from the hallway earlier.
Tessan's kept looping, louder than the memory of Dave's thumb stroking slow circles on my inner thigh under the cafeteria table, hotter than the way his eyes had darkened when our hands brushed.
I needed to stop thinking about him, About any of them. I pulled out my phone and opened the email I'd been ignoring for days.
Subject: Legal Notice – Custody Petition
From: Voss Legal Group
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