✴ Damien ✴
The shrill ring of my phone pierced the silence, which startled me awake. I fumbled for the device on the nightstand, as I squinted at the glowing screen. Josh’s name flashed across the display. A call at five in the morning couldn’t be good.
“Josh,” I croaked, my voice still heavy with sleep. “What’s going on?”
“Damien, thank f**k you answered,” Josh said, his voice tight with panic. “Jonathan was supposed to pick up the New Year decorations from the storage unit yesterday, but he didn’t. And now I can’t reach him,” I sat up, already feeling the weight of the problem settle over me.
“Ok, so what do you need?”
“The decorations have to be at the town square by noon, or the setup team won’t have enough time to get everything ready,” Josh explained. “Can you go to the storage
