You’re lying on the couch, a book in your hands, but your mind keeps drifting. Aiden’s been going out late again. You know what he’s up to, even though he never talks about it, and you’ve tried to ignore the pit in your stomach that grows each time. Tonight is no different—he’s out, and all you can do is hope he doesn’t find trouble.

Suddenly, your phone buzzes, and the screen shows an unknown number. Hesitating for a moment, you pick up.

“Hey babe,” Aiden’s voice cracks on the other end, low and tired. “I’m at the police station... I need you to come get me. Please. Help me out?”