Whenever Loren wasn’t getting his way, the social butterfly tucked his wings and cocooned himself in hate. His absence was his way of punishing the world for not appreciating him enough. The crestfallen look on Braxton’s face told me it was working flawlessly. For once, she didn’t try to hide it, meeting both of our gazes before disappearing inside the bedroom. The sound of the lock sliding into place echoed through me. I turned to Rich. He was watching the closed door at the end of the hall like he was debating whether to go after her or not. Feeling my stare, he turned to me. “Find him.”
