GavinBack in my apartment, I sit.
I sit on my lush black leather seats, watch, wait.
It’s been half an hour, and still Hannah hasn’t stirred.
She’s on the other couch, covered by a woolly afghan Momma made years ago. It’s canary yellow and stands out ridiculously in this black room. Then again, so does Hannah.
She’s always been a flash of color and this outfit she was kidnapped in is no exception: bright teal tank, neon lime skirt with a choker to match.
The others left on a beer run, knew better than to try talking to me.
Until I know she’s okay, nothing else matters.
Only Pip stayed, the only one who matters anyway. He’s a pre-med dropout, so he can help. I wouldn’t have let him leave if he wanted to.
I pat Hannah’s head, smooth down her soft blond hair.
Did I make the right cho
