Chapter 11

When Rose heard Seth cry out in the middle of the night, her heart twisted. It wasn’t a shout like when you stubbed a toe or banged your knee against a piece of furniture: it was the kind of cry that was equal parts terror and rage. It was the kind of shout that she understood all too well.

She closed her eyes and dug her fingers into Callie’s plush fur. She waited for another shout, but there was only silence from next door.

Rose hadn’t been able to sleep, although Seth’s yell would’ve awoken her, no doubt. Rising from her blankets, she padded to the living room, which shared a wall with Seth’s apartment.

She placed her ear against the wall and listened. She could make out Seth walking around, and she heard his low voice. It was too muffled to hear his words, but it confirmed that he was awake.

Callie stood next to her and woofed softly. Rose petted her absently.

She’d missed him—that she couldn’t deny. She’d avoided him since she’d essentially kicked him out of her apartment, bu