Chapter 6
Nia wrapped her wet hair in an old t-shirt and slipped into a pair of pajama shorts, along with a white tank top. She looked at the bags under her eyes in the mirror. She sighed. At least I don’t have to work Sundays anymore.
She heard her grandma snoring in the room. She turned off the blaring television and eased the door shut. She took off the towel and began running her fingers through her tangled locks.
Her phone vibrated. Jake Carlton’s smiling face lit up the display. She smiled.
“Hello?” She said, wiping her palm against her pink, terry shorts.
“Nia, something terrible has happened.”
Nia’s eyebrows furrowed. “What happened?”
“I think I just met Darius.”
Nia’s heart raced. “What do you mean? He’s over there?”
His voice was drowned out by the ring of a doorbell. Sh
