Aria's hand shook so hard the phone nearly slipped out of it.
"Adrian." Her voice cracked on his name. "Look at this."
He crossed the room in three steps and took the phone from her. She watched his face change as the photo loaded fully — Jules, curled up under the blanket, the couch, the lamp in the corner she recognized as her own living room. Taken from outside. Through the window. Tonight.
"Get him away from the window," Adrian said, already moving.
"He's not near the—"
"Now, Aria."
She scooped Jules up off the couch, blanket and all, and he stirred, groggy, mumbling something about the movie being over. She carried him into the bedroom, away from the front of the apartment, and only then let herself breathe.
Adrian was on the phone before she'd even sat down, voice low and fast
