After breakfast, Ford and Pierce left for work.
The house felt noticeably quieter after they were gone.
Leo had taken his medicine with a dramatic amount of complaining before eventually falling asleep again upstairs. Between the injury, the medication, and the exhaustion from the past two days, sleep seemed to be all he wanted.
I stood outside Camille’s bedroom door and knocked lightly.
“Come in.”
I pushed the door open.
Camille sat on the bed with a blanket draped over her legs. A phone rested in her hand.
I raised an eyebrow.
“You got a new phone?”
She nodded.
“Your brother gave it to me last night.”
I walked further into the room.
“My brother?”
“Hayes.”
Realization immediately clicked into place.
“Oh.”
A laugh escaped me.
“Great. I literally forgot your phone got lost.
