Chapter 67

ETHAN. “Bro, sit your ass down,” Jared whines when I pace past his TV again, blocking his view of his favorite football match. “I did warn you about this. I don’t understand why my house is the converging point for you losers.” “Go to hell, man,” Neil calls out from the kitchen, ransacking Jared’s fridge for food as well. If he’d asked, I could have easily told him the fridge would be empty. And the cupboards as well. Jared isn’t a homely man. I halt in my pacing, groaning when my call goes straight to voicemail. Of course, I had been silly enough to think that she’d gone home. I had returned hours after she did and it’d been clear that she never returned to the house. I pull down the phone and gloss through my contact list. I hit the call button on Anna’s number, and it dials for a while—and goes straight to voicemail too. I collapse into the chair, angry and frustrated. Yes, I took way too long to tell her. It’s my fault, and I shouldn’t have let it drag on for so long. I shouldn