“No. She won’t pick up any of my phone calls.” I didn’t go to the condo, and I don’t know where she’s living now. Where did she move to? Did she move to a nice neighborhood? Does she feel like someone’s stabbing her heart as well? Or am I the only one sulking?

“She moved to Brooklyn,” Darien answers my unspoken thoughts. “Alana went to go check out her apartment a few days ago. She’s rooming with Izzy. Gia agreed to babysit Cora on Tuesday and Thursday because those days are date nights for me and Alana.” The black leather squeaks as I twist my body to look at him while he glances at his phone. “Alana just texted me that Gia is picking up Cora.”

“You talked to Gia?” I cock my eyebrow.

“Yeah. I offered her a drink when she came by yesterday. Instead, she told me to stop making Cora eat all that healthy food. I’m ruining sweet treats Saturdays for them.” He chuckles, rubbing his beard. “I told her this isn’t Burger King; she can’t have everything her way.”

Matt glances at Darien in the rearview mirror. “No way Rainbow spoke to you. When I speak to her she looks at me like I’m crazy and doesn’t respond.”

“She doesn’t speak to people she doesn’t know or like. And you scare the shit out of her. She told me a few times,” I say. I miss my Rainbow. I feel like I died a million deaths.

We ride for another hour, and the car fills with laughter and how we all met. Logan and Matt were friends before I met them. They laugh at how I met Matt our freshman year. How I was fucking one of his girlfriends, Sue, and at the time she lied and told me that she was single. He dumped her ass, and I invited him to one of my parties. Later that year, he introduced me to Logan. Logan and Matt want me to go to a strip club after I get out of rehab, but I don’t have any desire to dabble in new pussy. I just want my Rainbow back.