Page 61 of The Voices are Back

“Hello, anyone home?” I heard called out.

By a female.

I frowned hard, then crept to the side of the door to peer out.

I was on the second floor.

Huh, imagine that.

I had no recollection of climbing stairs yesterday, let alone Aodhan’s house being two stories.

How had I missed that? Not only how had I missed the second story from outside, but I’d actively had to climb upstairs…

“You’ve had a lot going on,” my best friend said, reading my thoughts. “Do you know who that is?”

I shook my head, then took the stairs down until I reached the middle landing between flights of stairs to see Danyetta standing in the entrance, a look of worry on her face.

“Oh, good,” she said, entering farther into Aodhan’s house as she saw me. “I didn’t want to come inside any farther and scare you.”

“You could’ve knocked,” Folsom suggested, being her usual asshole self. Though, granted, this time she did have a right to be a bit snippy. It was one thing for my best friend to come unannounced into the house I was staying in. It was quite another when Aodhan’s ex-wife did it. Even if we weren’t anything to each other, Aodhan and me, I was still a guest in his home. “It is kind of weird to enter someone’s home.”

Not to mention, Aodhan had an alarm. Had he given her the code?

I mean, logically, I would think that Bowie would need to have it if he ever planned to stay with his dad. But why would Danyetta need to know it unless she made it a common habit to come over to Aodhan’s house without him being here?

I deflated slightly at the thought.

“I have a key,” Danyetta said. “What about you?”

Folsom snorted. “In this day and age, with electronic everything, I don’t need a key to get in anywhere.”

She was right. She didn’t.

I’d watched her walk into the bank after hours just to cash her own check. She’d done it, overwritten every single security feature there was, and walked out with cash.

She hadn’t stolen it. But she had helped herself. Like always.

Folsom didn’t have boundaries.

Then again, it was looking like Danyetta didn’t either.

I could totally see them getting in trouble together.

“I’m sorry,” Danyetta sighed. “I just really wanted to talk to you.”

My brows rose, and I turned my head slightly to the left as if to say, “Go on, feel free to share.”

“How about you take a seat,” Folsom suggested. “I’ll go make you a smoothie for a snack.”

I rolled my eyes.

Years ago, Folsom made it her life mission to fill me with healthy things such as fruit smoothies and tried to save me by ensuring I got lots of nutrients from my food intake.

It didn’t work, but the thought definitely counted.

I’d never be on Folsom’s league of healthy food intake, but she sure did try.

When I allowed it.

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