George’s POV

The day started too perfect. It left a weird kind of feeling in the deep part of my stomach.

Wendy was in the kitchen, checking the fridge for what she could make.

“Do you want eggs or pancakes?” she called.

“Both.”

She rolled her eyes, smiling. “Greedy.”

I stretched out on the soft couch, my arms behind my head. “You love it.”

Her lips curved. “Yeah. I guess I do.”

My phone buzzed on the table. I ignored it. But it buzzed again. And again.

Wendy shot me a look. “You gonna get that?”

“Nope.”

But it wouldn’t stop. Sighing, I grabbed it. Unknown number. Weird. I almost...