MADISON
I returned to the building around five in the evening on that day, hoping Mitch was at home. He was the only one I could think of. He is the only one around here who could help us.
In the denim pants and t-shirt I've been wearing since Monday, I stepped out of the elevator. Then again, I have some visitors standing by my door. Bryan Tatum! And he has his two security men accompanying him.
Not now. I haven't attended school for three days. I haven't talked to Asher or picked up any phone calls that are not related to Caden's issues. All I need right now are solutions alone.
When his eyes found me, a smile began pulling his lips until he surveyed my miserable appearance, he came to be concerned, promptly. "Hey? I've been calling you."
I stop by Mitch's entrance door and let Brya
