THEO
Midnight.
My knee bounced restlessly as I reviewed the report I was
writing for Jesse on the couch. I wracked my brain for any details my subconscious might have picked up on.
A description of the driver. That f*****g license plate number. Anything.
The house was completely still. Ava and Cory had gone to bed hours earlier, quickly muttering good night to one another as their doors closed. I pulled a spare pillow and blanket from the linen closet, throwing it over the couch in a haphazard pile. I’d slept on far worse when I was overseas, so a night or two in my living room wasn’t enough to make me uncomfortable.
What was enough to make me uncomfortable was my earlier conversation with Ava. It was enough to make me squirm in my seat just thinking about it.
Do you ever want him
