Adonis Praxis Edward.
The chauffeur left his phone in my car when I told him to head back and that I would drive myself. I only picked it up because I assumed it was him calling from another line, worried he’d misplaced it.
I did not expect it to be Madison’s voice, slurred and loose, spilling from the speaker. She called me “Carl.” She’d dialed the wrong number, asking that useless boyfriend to come collect her.
I put Emily on a call without thinking, ask where the team dinner is happening, and the moment she gives me the location. I end the call and swerve the car across two lanes, heading toward the restaurant district. My body just does it, like this is a problem that belongs to me now whether I want it or not.
When I pull up, I see her immediately. A small, dark-haired figure sl
