Finally, he knocks.
And walks away.
Okay?
I hear him returning to his bedroom and shutting the door again. I’m not sure what to make of it, but every nerve in my body is telling me to open that door. Creeping out of bed not to wake up Lexie, I slowly open the door.
But there’s nothing there.
My gaze dips downward, and I squint to find the gray duffel bag Finn was carrying when he came in on the floor.
My mind racing at a thousand miles per hour, I drop to my knees, unzipping the bag. Right then, it all makes sense—the mysterious bruises on his skin, his disappearing act today, the blood on his clothes.
Inside the bag are three items I thought I’d never see again.
My Kindle e-reader.
My AirPods.
And my Radiohead T-shirt.