Around three, I checked the messages on my phone. My stomach flipped when I saw a text from Josiah. I wasn’t sure if it was a quick burst of worry that something was wrong or simply seeing that he’d messaged me. Probably both. It was a photo of Max, curled up on a blanket in the empty remodel. It simply said, hanging out. I sighed. Josiah had brought Max over to hang out with him. He’d even found him a blanket. How adorable was that?
