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A week after the night we went to the club, I'm driving home from work when I get a call. I don't move to answer it, not wanting to distract myself from the road. It rings a second time and I think about looking at it, but I still keep my eyes on the road.
And then it rings a third time.
I sigh and reach for my phone, not really looking at it before I answer it.
"Hello?" I answer, putting it on speaker.
"Evan, are you okay?"
I freeze and struggle to watch the road.
"Wesley?" I mutter.
"Yeah, are you okay? Where are you?" He speaks quickly.
"Why?" I say quietly.
"Were you not with them?" He questions quickly. His worried tone makes me start to freak out.
"With who, Wes?" I retaliate. I pull into my driveway. I'm supposed to pack a bag to stay at Grayson's. Like I do most nights.
"Thank fucking god, I thought you were hurt, Evan" He sighs.
His words, and worry for me, are confusing.
"What are you talking about?" I ask him, opening my door to get out. I stand by the driver's seat to reach to get my purse.
"Evan, need you to listen to me. Lucian, Jax, June, and Aspen were in a car accident. I thought you were with them, and that honestly scared the shit out of me"
My heart drops, along with my purse.
"They were what?" I stutter. He hesitates to speak.
"Wesley, what the fuck are you talking about?" I ask quickly.
"Jax was driving them back to June's, and a drunk driver hit them. June and Lucian are in the hospital, the one on river street, and... Evan, Jax, and Aspen didn't make it"
Jax and Aspen didn't make it.
He's lying. That can't be true. Someone would have called me, there's no way that's true.
Aspen is alive. She has to be.
"I don't know what kind of sick fucking joke this is, but it's not funny," I say sternly.
Wesley sighs loudly.
"This isn't a joke, Evangeline. I'm sorry, I know how much you cared for them. I- I've got to go, but you call me if you need anything, okay? I know I haven't... just call me, yeah?"
My phone slips out of my hand and to the ground, and I stare off into the city.
