I walked to the balcony and slid the glass door open, stepping outside. The cold air hit me immediately—sharp, bracing. I closed the panel behind me so the warmth wouldn't escape the apartment, then answered the call.
I answered the call. "Jasmine? Good morning, is Evan there with you?"
"Hey," I said, keeping my voice low so it wouldn't carry back into the apartment. "Delilah."
"Oh, Evan." She sounded relieved but tired. "I've been calling you like forever. Why don't you check your phone?"
"It got broken," I replied, rubbing the back of my neck. The cold air out here on the balcony was biting at my wet hair, making me shiver slightly.
"Broken? Well, forget about that." She paused, and I could hear her shifting—maybe sitting down on a bed. "Did you find anything about Chase? Ivy was so furious last night. We had a fight… and I'm now staying in a hotel. Didn't want to be there."
"Hotel?" I asked. "Just come here. Why didn't you even let me know, Delilah? Jesus!"
