I didn’t have Caden’s phone number so I tried Kevin. No answer, so pulling on my big-girl panties, I marched the eight blocks to their frat house.
Okay, I didn’t march. I started out marching. I was dragging myself when I finally got to their block. My calves were tight and burning.
Note to self: I needed to work out more—or at all. This was embarrassing for a sports medicine major.
I walked up their front sidewalk and rang the bell.
I wasn’t sure who to ask for, Caden or Kevin. For some reason, the sympathy card wasn’t there for my stepbrother. With the s**t he’d been doing, he probably had it coming. I knew Caden wouldn’t kick me out this time, but as I waited for someone to answer, I still felt some nerves in my gut.
...and I kept waiting.
And waiting…
I frowned, knocking again,
