Chapter Twenty-Four

My stomach still hadn't settled from the night before. I hoped it wasn't food poisoning.

Jacob's phone went off and he groaned. We'd both fallen asleep on the couch watching TV and now the soft morning light filtered in. The “Are you still watching screen?” sat waiting for us to pick the next episode.

Jacob groaned and reached for his phone. It took him two tries to swipe it.

“I have to go into the office,” he said, reading the message. “Jackie Rhodes needs stitches.”

“Do you need help?” I asked. I didn't really want to go in to the office. I wanted to just hide in Jacob's house or possibly my bathtub and just never come out. I wouldn't have to deal with the consequences of us being found out that way.

“No. He's just busted his hand open on a piece of equipment again. It's the third time this year. He's got to get a guard or some gloves or something.” Jacob stretched his arms up over his head and made the early morning stretch noise. “Want me to pick up some breakfast on my way back?”