Dylan breezed across the doorway, toting a box and some mail. They were non-essentials he couldn’t focus on, not with the fluctuation in his connection with Heaven. Fear spiked her energy before it faded with the rest of her emotions. Should he check on her?
His phone vibrated against the box. A surge of relief swept over him when he read Heaven’s message.
I’m fine. We’re grabbing lunch. Be home soon, with good news.
At least she was safe, but damn it, why did he keep losing their emotional connection? He should have asked his mom before she left yesterday. He would call later and ask if she had any information.
The door clicked shut as Layne walked past him. “Was that Heaven?”
“Yeah.” Dylan neared the table, setting the box on it. “They’re getting lunch, then coming home.”
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