66.

FELIX.

I remove my helmet and hang it on the handle of my bike as I stare at the house in front of me.

I look to the side to make sure Asher’s car isn’t there before I start moving. Once I get to the door, I look around once more before I input my key and turn the knob. I slide through the door before removing my key and dropping it into my pocket.

The house is quiet. I gaze to the living room, to the clothes littered across the floor and over the arm of the sofa. With a shake of my head, I move further inside and take the hallway to Asher’s room.

I mumble a word of prayer for it to be opened and my heart leaps with joy when I turn the knob and the sound of the door creaking echoes around. I soundlessly make my way into the room even when he isn’t around to catch me. His room is neat compared to the living room with only his bed untidy and, without wasting time, I make for the drawer by his bedside. I search through every single one for anything he could have that tape on—a phone he do