As I slip my phone back into my pocket, there’s a knock at the door. I still, wondering if I imagined it. The knock comes again, louder this time. I manage to get up without waking the woman in front of me and pad to the door. Everly stands on the other side. “I need you to get downstairs immediately.” The urgency in her tone has my body going alert. “Good morning to you too.” “Here.” She shoves mouthwash at me. She has a brush in her other hand. “Do you have a shirt that’s less wrinkled? Never mind. You’ll do.”
