Chapter Seventeen

When I woke up the next day, Cooper was by my side, snuggled up to me. My brother was safe and under the same roof. Madison had a bodyguard stalking her 24/7. All was right with the world. I checked my phone and realized I’d still never reached out to my sketch artist man friend, Eric. He probably thought I’d forgotten about him. Seven missed texts. Apparently, he’d been worried about me. I messaged him and let him know a bit about what had been going on, the summarized version. Enough for him to know I’m not staying at my house anymore and for right now, I didn’t know when I’d be able to get together. I’m not sure that we should get together, but I left that part out. As much danger as I’d put my brother and Mads in just be knowing them, I didn’t want to add someone else into the mix. It’d probably be better for Eric to never see me again at this rate. Things weren’t looking promising, unless I moved another person into the mansion. Mitchell would murder me himself.