Just as a smile started to form, I remembered Emilia. What if she really was hurt? From what I could figure, someone had attacked her in the apartment, and after… whatever happened, they cleaned the place and removed the furniture to get rid of evidence. Things were bad. Really bad.
Kayla noticed my face change and looked at me, but I just forced a smile and pulled out of the parking spot, merging into traffic. Tomorrow at ten, we'd know what was actually going on. I just hoped the worst hadn't happened.
"Thanks for doing this," she said after a beat. "I'd be a nervous wreck going alone."
"Happy to be your emotional support human."
"We're going to her place, right?" I confirmed.
"Yeah. I offered to take her out, but she said she hasn't left the apartment much since… everything."
"Can't blame her."
Kayla stared out the window for a second. "Thank fuck you were there that night, Evan. If I'd known Richard was that kind of monster…"
