The morning light filtered through the windows of Seth’s house, but the sleepless night had left him looking haggard.
His shirt clung to his back, damp from the restless pacing he'd done for hours. A steaming cup of coffee sat untouched on the counter as he leaned against it, staring blankly at his phone. He had been trying to reach Bridget.
“Pick up, Bridget,” he muttered, dialing her number again.
On the third ring, a groggy voice answered, sounding like she was irritated by the call. “Why are you calling me so early, Seth? Some of us do care about sleep,” she said.
“Sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep, princess,” Seth replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “But do you really think I care about your sleep? Of course, I don't,” he added.
Bridget sighed audibly. “Just get to the po
