53. Wyatt
CHAPTER 53
WYATT
“D id you get anything yet?”
Cam shakes his head. We texted Stella a half hour ago to ask if it’s okay to stop by, but she hasn’t responded. “Maybe she’s busy with Jessie,” he says, unconcerned.
Another half hour passes, then an hour, still nothing. The message is unread.
“I’m getting worried. It’s not like her not to respond.”
Cam gets up from the sofa. “Let’s just go over, then. I thought I heard Jessie and Goldfish in the back yard a while ago.”
At her door a few minutes later, we ring the bell, but no one answers.
“They must have gone out,” Cam says, but with a bad feeling in my gut, I ring again.
I hear Jessie’s voice inside, but can’t tell what she’s saying.
Finally, the door opens a few inches and Stella’s face is there. Her expression doesn’t ease my worries.
“Stella! What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” Her tone is ice cold.
“Is Jessie okay? Are you?”
“We’re fine.” Her eyes are cold too, and I don’t know what to make of it.
I exchange a quick glance with Cam, whose easygoing expression is long gone.
“I’m busy right now,” she says.
Jessie is behind her, saying something about wanting to see us, but Stella ignores her. Something is obviously very wrong, but I don’t want to push for answers in front of Jessie.
“Are you sure you’re all okay?” Cam asks.
“We’re fine,” Stella repeats, and then she closes the door in our faces.