Kingston
Earlier That Same Day
I hadn’t even made it through my morning coffee when Rock burst through my office doors, his face pale and tight like he was holding something back—something bad.
“What happened?” I asked, standing before the words even finished leaving my mouth.
But I already knew the answer. Rock wouldn’t come into my office unannounced unless it involved her.
“There was a fire,” he said. “At Cora’s old apartment. It happened sometime a few hours ago.”
The world slowed, then cracked wide open. “What?”
Rock ran a hand through his hair, motioning toward the door. “Come on. I’m heading there right now and—”
I cut him off, grabbing my keys. “I’ll drive.”
We didn’t speak during the speedy drive there.
Why hadn’t she called me? She should know by now that if there is a
