I sprint across the living room to reach my brother. And then noises blare from my cell’s speakers at loud volume. High-pitched cries of pleasure. Daisy’s cries. My low groan in the background. Fuck. Fuck. The bottom of my stomach just drops, and dread contorts Lo’s face before cementing in a cringe. By the fireplace, I go to steal my cell back, but in horror, Lo flings my phone as far from himself as possible. Across the fucking room. It thuds on the rug. By Connor’s feet.
