Devin ignored the persistent buzzing of his phone as he drove. He figured Mia was calling to pester him, but he didn’t have the patience. What he didn’t realize was that Mia was calling on behalf of someone who genuinely needed his help.
Arriving at Iris’s house, he parked and stepped out, his eyes immediately drawn to her figure on the sidewalk. She sat there, shoulders hunched, a lost expression dimming her usually lively eyes.
"Iris!" Devin hurried to her side, kneeling beside her, his voice edged with concern. "Are you okay?" He scanned her for injuries, desperate for any sign of what might have happened.
Iris remained silent, her gaze distant. He shook her lightly. "Answer me," he urged.
Slowly, she raised her eyes to meet his, but said nothing. Her silence was unsettling.
Leavin
