I watch as her gaze hones in on where Wesley is holding me before her mouth drops open. “Sky, another one?!” I look up at Wesley, who is wearing an impassive mask, before looking back to her. “What are you doing here?” “What am I doing?” Steph guffaws. “I get a concerning voicemail from my niece about my dead sister, and then she doesn’t answer my calls for over fourteen hours. What do you think I’m doing here?” Fuck. The voicemail. I forgot about that. Was that really only fourteen hours ago? How is that possible when so much has happened since I made that call? “Where is my phone?” I ask the
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