CHAPTER 28
EMMA
Reagan felt more comfortable staying with our brother, and I didn’t argue. We laid on the couch, her head on one end and mine on the other while the guys talked in the kitchen. I was too tired to listen in on them. Instead, I stared at my phone, wondering what Carter was doing. Was he okay?
I decided to text him just to see if he’d text back.
Me: I love you.
A few minutes passed and nothing.
“Why don’t you try to get some sleep,” Reagan murmured.
“Not gonna happen.” Every time I closed my eyes, I would see the replay of Carter’s fight. Until I knew he was okay, I wouldn’t be able to rest.
It was closing in on midnight, when a phone began to ring causing my pulse to spike. Sadly, it was just Ethan’s, so I knew it wouldn’t be Carter. However, I sat up in surprise when
