Cole rolled over and sat up, stiff from having fallen asleep on the sofa, his mug of tea cold and untouched on the floor. He must have made it around four o’clock, when his misery had reached its peak and he hadn’t known what the hell else to do. He couldn’t drink, couldn’t use, and he was too distraught to retreat to his studio. Distraught? That was too fucking lame a word to even begin to describe what he was feeling. But he didn’t have the words this morning. All he knew was that Janie was gone and he didn’t know why. He glanced at his cell phone next to him on the leather sofa. It was only eight thirty, but he was going to call his brother, anyway. Chase picked up after six rings. “Cole? What the…? It’s still practically the middle of the night,” he said groggily. “We had a party last night. Or don’t you remember?” “I remember that I couldn’t find you when I needed you.”
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