Raven’s P.O.V.
It had been four days since I last saw Jojo.
Four long, torturous, Jojo-less days.
If it had been up to me, I would have just told her to pack a bag and move in already. I missed having her in my house. I missed the way she walked through my kitchen like she owned the place, the way she laughed at her own ridiculous jokes, the way she kissed me like she meant it. And now, finally, finally, it was Friday. The big night.
I was getting ready, trying to make sure I didn’t look like a complete disaster when I heard tiny footsteps padding up behind me.
“Daddy.”
I turned to find Lucy, standing in the doorway of my bedroom, her little arms crossed, eyes squinting at me with deep concern.
Oh boy.
“Yeah, Lu?” I asked, fixing my watch. She stepped into the room, her expression
