Phoebe’s POV

I had just gotten home from school and was about to head to the kitchen when I heard the front door creaking open.

I stepped out to check, and met with Mike, my step-brother.

One look at him, and I knew something was wrong.

His mesmerizing gray eyes looked dull and tired, like someone had pulled the light out of him.

Dark circles matted his eyes, and his hoodie was halfway unzipped, the bag barely hanging on his shoulder. His hair was a mess, like he’d run his fingers through ...