The Morning After

Avery

I settled beside him on the couch, letting the cartoon dogs wash over me. The plot was ridiculous, ghosts turning out to be butlers in disguises, but Noah was completely absorbed. His small body curled against my side, warm and content.

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

Piper's name lit up the screen.

I glanced at Noah, who didn't even notice, then stood. "I'll be right back, baby. Just need to