KATY’S POV
“He’s back,” Allie says, already on her feet the second Braydon walks in.
“How did it go?” Justin asks, as everyone’s attention focuses on the door.
Braydon doesn’t answer. He looks exhausted with his shoulders slumped, his hair messier than usual like he’s run his hands through it one too many times. The evening light from the window catches the dark circles under his eyes as he crosses the room and drops onto the edge of my bed.
He leans in, cups my face gently, and presses a kiss to my forehead. “How are you?”
“I’m better,” I say, nodding. “I actually want to leave this place. It’s way too hot, and they’re acting like I shattered every bone in my body.” I roll my eyes at Allie and Justin before looking back at Braydon. “What happened? I heard you called the police. Why
