I’d washed the dishes in the sink, tidied the living room, and prepped Fay’s bed.
Leaning against the kitchen counter, sober and nervous, I waited for the coffee to finish brewing. It was 2:26, but I was no longer tired. My second wind had kicked in. Davinder had called fifteen minutes ago to let me know they were on their way. I wasn’t sure what to expect. He hadn’t said much about Fay’s state, but I figured she was drunk and in dire need of sleep. I could handle that. No problem.
I poured some fresh coffee into my cup and went to the living room. I drank, peering through the blinds at the deserted street.
I saw the headlights cut through the snowflakes and set my cup down on the coffee table.
I opened the front door and came face-to-face with Davinder and Noah, who were holding Fay u
