The next morning I woke up with a start. Sunlight came through the curtains. Ryan was already up before me. I sat up fast, heart beating quick. I called his name. “Ryan?” No answer. I got out of bed in a hurry and called again. “Ryan?” Still nothing. On the third call, his voice came from the bathroom.
“Yes?” he answered, sounding calm like any normal morning.
“Never mind,” I said back. I went over to the chair in the corner where his clothes from last night hung. I felt in the pockets until my fingers found the house key. I took it and hurried downstairs, trying to be quiet but fast.
Down in the living room, Marcus was sleeping soundly on the couch. His body looked tired, one arm hanging off the side. “What the f**k,” I whispered. I rushed over and shook his shoulder. “Marcus, wake up.
