38. Arnaz
ARNAZ
“ The Truth ”
Traveled ahead, long ago.
Waiting for my arrival.
I ’m grabbing my towel and climbing out of the shower when my phone lights up on the sink.
“Hey, you good?” I answer.
“Hey, how’s Milwaukee?” Ana?s asks.
“Haven’t seen it. Went straight from practice back to my room. Hold on.” I place the phone and switch to speaker. “Go ahead.” I towel off and then pad over to my duffel and pull out briefs and a T-shirt.
“You saw Zuri?”
“Yeah.”
“She helped?”
“Yeah.” I’m still hit with OCD flare-ups, but I don’t feel lost anymore. “Turns out it really isn’t about Aiden. Tell you more when I see you.”
“Okay. Have you spoken to Salem?”
I pause getting dressed. “Why?”
“Nothing. He’s fine.”
I blow out a breath and continue sliding my tee over my head. I owe him an explanation for being distant lately.
Fuck. I miss him.
“I wondered if you heard an update about his brother?”
“His brother?” I reach for my phone charger. “What about him?”
“If they found him.”
I pick up the phone and kill the speaker. “What are you talking about?”
I knock on the hotel door.
“Yo,” Sid calls out.
“Got a sec?”
“Yeah, hold on.” There’s a shuffle. “You solo?”
“Yep.”
I hear his footsteps approaching before the door opens.
“Hey,” he says.
“Why’d you ask if I was solo?”
He turns the iPad screen pressed to his chest toward me, and a sleepy Ty appears on screen.
I nod. “My bad. I need to duck out, but I’ll be back in the morning. Cover for me?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Going out? We’re in Milwaukee, bro.”
“The Lions beat Chicago a few hours ago,” Ty says.
“Ah!” Sid replies with a smirk. “Have fun.”
“Good lookin’.”