Tristan rummaged through his fridge, looking for something decent to eat. He’d slept all afternoon and now his stomach was growling. “Nothing in here but condiments,” he grumbled and shut the fridge door. He walked to his bedroom, but on the way, thought he heard Rain yelling next door. Tristan stopped and listened. He’d spotted Milo’s black Audi parked across the street. Were they arguing? But their voices grew quiet again, and reassured, Tristan threw on a sweater, then grabbed his house keys from the hook in the entrance hall. He’d get some food. Maybe even stop at Rain’s store. Funny how he thought of it as Rain’s store, though Rain had only been working there for two weeks.
He hoped he’d get to talk to Rain today, after Milo left. He had to reassure him. Tell him that he wouldn’t pus
