Flames flickered gently at the bottom of the trash can. Despite how badly he wanted to see that sucker burn just based on what it was alone, William could only shrug it off, pull out his phone, and ignore the sound of his father hollering at him for the bullshit his son just pulled.
There wasn’t time to care.
He had to find her.
William thumbed through what he already read, finding the next, surely meaty admittance of her life since the age of five and onward before running into Brian again.
“What took you so long?” Brian asked running his fingers through the side of his hair, careful not to tug through his beaded red bangs.
“How much do you know about Malorie’s life besides what you’ve already told me?” William asked carefully.
“I just know that… what I said,” Brian frowned. “
