It pierced me in the chest when I thought that a few days ago I could’ve called Reece. Hell, even during the eleven months we hadn’t been nice to each other, I probably wouldn’t have hesitated to call him, and I believed without a doubt that Reece would be here.

The dark blue uniform stretched across his shoulders as Hank took a look at my phone, blond brows raised. He glanced up at me. “And this was on your phone when you woke up?” When I nodded, he looked at the photo again. “There was no way this happened before tonight?”

I shook my head. “No. And when I woke up, my screen was still lit up. It was just taken.”

“Is there anyone who could’ve done this as a joke? Has access to your apartment?”

“Only my family has keys to my place and they wouldn’t do this. Besides, the window was open in my other room. Obviously if someone had keys, why would they do that?”

“People do stupid shit all the time, Roxy. Shit that makes no sense,” Hank explained.

Nick leaned forward. “Tell Hank what you told me was also happening.”

When Hank’s hazel eyes settled on me, I suddenly felt wary of what I was saying. It was like he was looking at me with suspicion, but doubt clouded his gaze. I started to tell him, but a knock at the door caused me to jump.

“Expecting anyone?” Hank asked.

Nick stood, but when I shook my head, the officer motioned for him to stay back. I was surprised when Nick listened, and even more shocked when he moved to sit next to me.

“You hanging in there?” he asked in a low voice.

I nodded. “Yeah. Thank you.” My gaze flicked to where Hank was. From where I sat, I could see who it was when the door opened.

It was James and what’s his name—­Kip. My upstairs neighbors. “We saw the police lights,” James said as he strained to see over Hank. “We wanted to make sure Roxy was okay.”

The fact they got up at this time in the morning to check on me made me want to hug both of them.

“Everything’s fine,” Hank advised. “But I need both of you to go back to your residences. If we need anything, we know where to find you.”

James didn’t budge. “Roxy’s okay, right?”

“Yes. I’m okay.” I raised my voice to make sure both guys could hear me, and I hated the way my voice shook. I hated being afraid like this. “Everything’s okay.”

Hank managed to usher them out of the doorway, but he didn’t close the door as I expected. Instead, he stepped aside and said, “I got the call handled, bud.”

My heart nearly leapt out of my chest as another police officer strode into my apartment. Except it wasn’t just any officer.