“Don’t expect me to get involved.”
“Layla, I’m at your grandma’s house.”
“What? Why?”
Maybe he’d come around. Maybe he wanted to surprise me.
“I found something. I don’t even know what to say.”
My stomach dropped. Water damage? Mold?
“What did you find?”
Maybe he wanted to surprise me.
“Just get here. Now.”
He hung up.
I drove too fast. He was waiting at the front door, pale and quiet.
Declan is never quiet.
“What’s going on?” I asked as I got out.
“Come inside.”
“Now.”
He led me through the house to the storage room off the living room.
