21
Effie
Effie snuggled deeper in the unfamiliar sheets. When she reached for King, she felt nothing. As she fluttered her eyes open, she realized he was gone.
Great. Just like always, she thought.
She knew it had been a mistake to go in the bedroom after him last night, but what else was she supposed to do? Being with him was the closest thing to comfort she had.
She swung her legs over the edge of the massive bed and saw a note on the nightstand.
I’ll be back soon. Don’t go anywhere.
Effie groaned. That’s just what she needed—to be left alone, quarantined in a strange house to take care of Yaya, while he runs all over town.
Crap, Yaya, she thought.
Effie pulled on the same clothes from last night and raced downstairs. She didn’t hear anything, but more than once she’d found Yaya
