Page 85 of Distress Signal

“What happened?”

“Just get here.”

I hung up before he could say anything else.

This fucker had been in this house, and that realization made me want to burn the whole goddamn thing to the ground.

“Baby,” I whispered when I once again crouched in front of Reagan. “Can I…can I hold you?”

Reagan’s head barely shifted into a nod before I was pulling her into my arms, carrying us into the bedroom and reclining on the bed. She was shivering, whether from fear or the chill caressing her damp skin, I didn’t know.

Likely both.

Knowing my brother would arrive shortly, I finally shifted us to sitting and slid her off my lap, reluctant to let her go. Reagan folded herself in half over her lap, head in her hands.

I rifled through the dresser drawers, coming out with underwear, a sports bra, a pair of leggings, and a baggy tee, laying it all out on the bed.

“Do you need help?” I asked gently.

She shook her head, unfurling herself and standing before me—still entirely unembarrassed to not have a stitch of clothing on.

No, not unembarrassed.Numb. Which was so much worse.

I faced away, ignoring the way my body responded to the soft rustling of clothes behind me.

A knock came at the door when she said, “I’m decent.”

“That’ll be Lane,” I said, glancing at her over my shoulder. “You okay for a second?”

Though she nodded, she trotted behind me when I left the room.

“What the fuck is going on?” Lane demanded loudly when I let him in, bursting the safety bubble I’d attempted to create around Reagan.

“First of all, keep your voice down,” I warned, cutting my eyes to Reagan, who had dropped onto the couch. Her legs were tucked up against her chest, her arms wrapped around them, eyes vacant with a thousand-yard stare. “Follow me.”

Lane spared Reagan a glance, forehead creasing in concern.

I led him back to the master and into the bathroom.

His eyes immediately went to the mirror, the words fading as the steam dissipated.

“What the fuck?”

“She must’ve found it when she got out of the shower,” I explained, noting the glass door to the enclosure was still open, a damp towel strewn carelessly across the floor. “I heard her scream and came right over.”

When he faced me, his eyes were wide, expression grim. “Someone has been in this house, Finn.”

“Iknow.”

“Who has access but you two? Anyone know the code?”

“Aria,” I said pointedly.

“Yeah, there’s no fucking way our little sister is responsible for this,” he said, agreeing with the warning in my tone.

“It could’ve been unlocked,” I admitted. “I don’t know.”

“Ask her when she calms down,” he said. “It’s obvious we’re not getting anything out of her right now.”