Cole pulled up to the apartment building the next afternoon, bone tired from the long drive and the night spent helping his grandma. His mind had been on Raine the whole way back, worrying about how quiet he’d been, how broken. He grabbed the bag of fresh fruit his mom had packed and headed upstairs, already planning to force Raine to eat something real this time.

The door was unlocked.

That was the first wrong thing. Cole’s stomach tightened as he pushed it open. “Rai? You here, man?”

The living room looked like a storm had blown through. Drawers yanked open. Cushions tossed on the floor. The lamp he’d helped...