[ sms ➣ clay ]: hey, uh. justin's phone is dead. [ sms ➣ clay ]: which is not like him. [ sms ➣ clay ]: can you check on him? [ sms ➣ clay ]: last selfie he sent was near hickman's bridge.
it had taken nearly three hours to convince her mother that she needed to go to california. justin needed her. she'd managed to leave out justin's addiction in convincing her mom to let her go, but she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep that fact from her mom when she was paying for a plane ticket for kat to go search for her missing boyfriend.
she'd text clay, and thankfully he was out searching for justin while kat was on the plane, but she'd spent the nearly four hours panicking in her aisle seat between trips to the bathroom. now, she was sitting in the jensen's house, trashcan between her knees, stomach lurching every time she heard a car drive by and not stop.
she hadn't realized just how bad ❛ morning sickness ❜ could be when she was stressed, or when she was flying cross country. she set the trash can down on the floor of clay's room and stood up, resuming the pacing that she'd been doing when she'd first gotten here. she was shaking, thinking about what might have happened to justin, when she heard the front door open. she was tentative as she opened the door and made her way downstairs, holding her breath until she saw him. // @dcnouement
