Page 175 of Need You To Choose Me

“I’ll go over there and see if she came back home in a little bit.”

“If you see her, tell her to call me.”

“Will do.”

“Take care of her, Blake.”

I wanted to. I wanted to so badly. Now if only she’d realize that she wasn’t in this all alone and actually let me be there for her.

“I will try.”

We say our goodbyes, and I go upstairs to check in on Levi, who’s thankfully already completely out of it. That boy loved protesting bedtime but always crashed before his head hit the pillow.

Closing the door to his room, I walk down the hall and softly knock on Daniel’s door before pushing it open. He looks up from his laptop and slips off his headphones. “What’s up?”

“Levi’s in bed, but can you keep an eye on him anyway?”

“Yeah, sure.” Daniel sits upright. “Are you going to Savannah’s?”

“Yeah, I want to see if she’s home.” I start to turn around, but Daniel’s next words stop me. “Did you and Savannah get into a fight or something?”

“No, why do you think that?”

Daniel shrugs. “You’ve been sulking all day, and last night she didn’t sleep at our place so…”

Dammit.

He’s way too observant for his own good.

“No, we didn’t get into a fight.” I run my fingers through my hair. “Savannah… Her mom came back and upset her. She just needs some time.”

Daniel nods, his brows furrowing. He opens his mouth as if he wants to say something else but changes his mind at the very last second. “Yeah, sure. Go, I’ll be here if he wakes up.”

“Thanks, Daniel.”

Turning around, I slip out of his room and descend the stairs two at a time, trying to come up with a plan.

What if she didn’t come home? Where do I look for her? Where could she have gone? I had no clue. No fucking clue.None of the places that I would generally expect to find her were open, so where was she? What if something happened to her?

The dread spreads through my body, making my steps falter.

Maybe her sugar spiked, and she fainted again, and there was nobody to help her.

That thought has me running faster. I pull open the door, determined to find her, even if I have to turn this whole damn town upside dow?—

“Blondie.”

Her name falls from my lips, a prayer and a plea.

She’s standing at the bottom of my porch. Her hair is a wild mess of curls, and her eyes are bloodshot, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She was coming here.

She was coming tome.

“B-Blake.”

The wobble in her voice breaks something in me.

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