Chapter 26

• “You’re sure your parents won’t be home earlier than six?” His heart hasn’t stopped hammering against his ribcage. He can’t believe he’s doing this. He shouldn’t be doing this.
• Mikaela holds up her phone, a few steps ahead of him on the stairs. “I have their phone locations,” she explains, her back still to him. “They work 30 minutes away. I’ll if they’ve left.”
• David nods, even though she can’t see it. He follows her down the upstairs hallway and into the open doorway of her bedroom. He’s distracted the moment they walk in—he’s never been up here in his four years of knowing her. He shouldn’t be up here now. The room is bright, a corner bedroom with four windows on two walls. Everything is pastel shades; pale pink, soft orange, warm gold and ivory. Everything is neat and pristine. He would expect nothing less.