“Thanks for trusting me enough to tell me all of this. It means a lot, honey.” She pulls me even closer.
She hands me back my phone, which feels like a lead weight in my hand. I’ll give myself two more days, then I need to go home.
I need to talk to them.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Grayson
A stringof curse words flies from my mouth. My fingers squeeze my phone so tightly that my knuckles turn white as I fight the urge to chuck it across the parking lot.
Why isn’t she answering?
“I take it she didn’t pick up,” Tucker says from behind me.
I turn around to face him and Warren, who just walked out of the firehouse. I shake my head.
“Fuck,” they both mutter in unison.
Yeah, that sums it up. These last few days have been torture. Sienna hasn’t returned any calls or texts from any of us.
There’s a nagging feeling in the back of my head telling me something is wrong. She wouldn’t just be ignoring us for this long if everything was okay.
Is she sick again? Did we do something wrong?The possibilities have been on a constant loop in my brain.
We all share a look before, wordlessly, loading into my truck. The worry is evident on both of their faces. We need to figure out what’s going on and make sure she’s okay.
Our first stop proves to be a bust because she isn’t at work. The guy working told us she took a few days off, which only heightened our worry. Sienna rarely takes time off from work.
Now we stand outside her apartment door, waiting to see if she’ll answer. After what feels like an hour, but in reality is probably only a couple of minutes, Tucker knocks again.
When that goes unanswered, we all exhale in defeat.Where the hell is she?
Warren walks over to the railing, looking around the parking lot. “Her car’s not here,” he announces.
I didn’t even think of looking for her car when we pulled up a few minutes ago. I was so blinded by the need to see her, I charged right up here.
Tucker grabs two fistfuls of his hair, letting out a strangled groan. “I don’t know what to do,” he says.
My mind tries to come up with a solution.Hadley.
“I’ll go talk to my sister. She probably knows where she is,” I say.
They both wanted to come, but I figured this conversation was probably best had between just my sister and me. I don’t know how she’s going to take all of this.
I would simply ask her where Sienna is and if she’s okay, but that will never fly with Hadley. She will demand to know why I have such a sudden interest in her bestie.
She’s going to find out way more than she bargained for.
With a promise to let them know as soon as I find anything out, I drop them off at the firehouse where both of their cars are still parked. Then I drive out of town to Hadley’s house.
The gravel crunches under the tires as I drive up the long driveway. Exhaling heavily, I slide the truck into park.
Here goes nothing.
The moment my foot hits the first step, the front door swings open. My sister stands there, smirking at me.
“Took you long enough,” she says, rolling her eyes.
