Page 202 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

“We’re here for a welfare check.”

I’m convinced I misheard them.

“A welfare check? Why?” I realize I know the answer to that question a second too late.

“Your boyfriend and your friends are worried about you. They said they haven’t heard from you in over a month.”

I’ll be damned. Jamie and Drea sent the fucking police to my house.

Back the fuck up.

Did he say I have a boyfriend?

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I correct.

“Are you sure? Because a young man’s called over five times asking us to check on you. And that’s on top of your friends calling.”

“Yes, I’m sure.” I pause, giving in to curiosity. “Can I ask who the young man is?”

I already know what he’s going to say before he opens his mouth.

“The name’s Kane Wilder.”

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Hadley

I’m sorry I’ve been MIA, but a welfare check? Seriously?

Moving dots pop up at the bottom of my screen. My phone chimes with Jamie’s and Drea’s answers a heartbeat later.

Jamie

Considering we haven’t heard a peep from you in WEEKS, I think we were entirely justified.

Drea

We love you, bitch. You can’t just bail on us and expect us NOT to send the cops to your house.

A chuckle leaves my lips.

I just spent two hours with the police, trying to convince them that I’m not a danger to myself. If I’d known the girls were genuinely afraid for my safety, I would’ve answered them sooner.

Scratch that—I would’ve tried to answer them.

I could barely get out of bed or feed myself the first few weeks, let alone answer everybody’s messages.

Hadley

They said Kane’s the first person who called.

Their responses come right away.

Jamie

About that… the whole thing was sort of his idea.

Drea

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