Cole pushed open the apartment door with his spare key, balancing two takeout bags and a tray of iced coffees in his hands. “Rai? You better not be ignoring my texts again, man. I brought your favorite greasy noodles and....” He stopped dead in the living room.

The place was dark except for the faint glow from the bedroom. No music. No TV. Just silence that felt all wrong.

“Raine?” Cole called softer, setting the food down on the counter. He walked toward the bedroom and his stomach dropped.

Raine was curled up in the middle of the messy bed, knees drawn to his chest, face buried in a pillow...