I didn't get home until after nine that night. After a shift at the hospital, I’d spent the rest of the night studying with Jason in the library for a few hours after our last class, and I was ready to fall into bed as soon as I opened the front door and crossed the threshold. But as I stepped into the living room, a strange silence fell over me, and I felt tense suddenly like I’d walked into the aftermath of a warzone.
“Hello?” I called, trying to remember if I saw my roommates’ cars in the driveway or not. It smells familiar in my house but familiar in a different way … like the smell of a man, a lingering, spicy aroma that is oh-so-familiar …
“Hey, doll.” Jami must have heard me from her room because she poked her head out and peered at me over the top banister of the stairwell.
“Hey
