She’s my sense of calmness, centering my soul.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
Am I okay? I want to laugh. I’m fucking fine. She’s the one who just had to watch me leave in handcuffs.
“I’m good. How are you?”
“Worried,” she replies.
“Don’t be.” I look around me before leaning into the wall for more privacy. “Did Jace call Pops?”
“Yes.” She sounds uneasy.
“Good. I’ll be home before you can blink.”
I know that’s not true; it’s Friday and Sunday is a goddamn holiday, so I know the court will be closed on Monday. I won’t be out of here until next week and K’s not stupid. Her silence tells me she’s figured that out.
“K?”
“I’m here,” she says, her voice trembling.
“Don’t cry, baby.”
“I’m so angry, Bryce.”
“I hope not at me?” I question.
“No,” she says. “Well, not really.”
I shut my eyes. I get it. Hell, she should be mad at me. I’m mad at me.
Not because of what I was doing.
But because I got caught.
I should have been more careful. I shouldn’t have let my brother have so much free reign.
“How did this happen? How could she do that to us?”
“Don’t worry about her,” I reply.
“Jace is messed up over this.”
“Yeah.” I run a hand through my hair. “I’m sure he is.” I’m sure he’s going crazy right now. I couldn’t imagine K doing something like that to me. I’d be hopeless as fuck.
“I left him at Red. He was drunk.”
“Don’t worry about him either. Worry about you. Get a bath, relax.”
“How am I supposed to relax when you’re in there?”
“This isn’t my first time, K.”
She exhales. “Why am I not surprised?”
I chuckle. “No worries, girl. I’ll be home soon.”
I turn to look behind me. The guard stands, watching me.