I waited for Kalen to scold me for even thinking that, but he didn't. Instead, I felt him sit up straighter in my mind, like he wanted a better look too.
I gently lifted the blanket—thankfully, she wasn't holding on to it.
"Whoooooooaaaaaaa," Kalen linked. "She… she's even better than your memory."
Holy shit. He was right.
I dropped the blanket quickly.
Just then, my phone rang again. Shit. I forgot that was what woke me up in the first place. I scrambled to find my boxers and slipped them on, then began searching for my phone. I hoped I could find it before it woke Charlotte.
Unfortunately, it was buried in a chaotic mess of shattered glass, liquor bottles, and clothes. By the time I found it, I had missed two more calls—and heard a few message alerts go off as well.
I took the phone into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly open so I could still see the bed and watch if Charlotte stirred.
It was Evelyn. She had called six times and sent five texts:
Evelyn:
