Max POV:
I called Jason early in the morning, just to make sure he was still breathing. You know, just in case his witch of a wife had finally ended his existence.
His voice on the phone? Off.
Flat. Dull. Like a man who had seen things. Dark things.
"Bro, you good?" I asked.
"Yeah," came the dead reply.
Liar. He was not fine.
"Is Ella there?" I asked cautiously.
"Nah, she left for work."
The moment those words left his mouth, I ended the call immediately.
Not a goodbye. Not a "see you later, buddy."
Nothing.
I had more important things to do.
Like rounding up Dylan and crashing at Jason's place.
Did Jason invite us?
No.
Did we care?
Also no.
When I found Dylan, his first concern wasn't Jason's well-being.
It was Ella.
"Wait," he narrowed his eyes. "Is the she-devil home?"
I shook my head. "Nah, she left for work."
Dylan let out a breath. "Okay, we can go. But we get in, check on him, and get out before she comes back."
