“Darling, how was your evening?”
“It was good,” I hedge, not wanting to tell her why I needed her to babysit my son at such short notice. “Is Coop asleep?”
“Out like a light.”
This warms my heart. “I’ll pick him up around ten tomorrow.”
“Okay, son. I’ll see you then.”
Just as I’m hanging up, something catches my eye, and when I look up, I see Nia backing away from the building. There is fear etched on every line of her body.
What the hell?
I get out of the car and eat up the space between us in a handful of strides.
“Nia?”
Her eyes slide from the building to me and I watch her throat work before she manages to get her words out. “My apartment…”
“What about it?”
“Someone broke in.”