Chapter 115

• Haven dropped into the couch, rubbing his eyes. The TV rambled in the background, some late-night show he wasn’t watching. He breathed out, a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. Today had been exhausting, work dragging on and the steady snugness in his chest that he just couldn’t shake.
• His phone buzzed on the coffee table, and he scowled as Vanessa’s name showed up on the screen. He picked up the call reluctantly.
• “Hey, Vanessa.”