Would Elijah hear her if she screamed? Could Elijah even get down there in time to stop Trey from whatever it was he was about to do? “You trying to Donnie Brasco me?” Trey asked, coming to within a few feet of where Caelyn stood, his nostrils flaring, cheeks red. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about, Trey.” Memories of Jayson flashed through her mind, turning her hands and feet numb, as her heart raced faster. “Well you better tell me what the fuck you’re doing down in my basement peeping my shit,” Trey told her. “Because you got me thinking the worst right now.” “I came down to make myself a cup of coffee. That’s all. I was hung over from last night.” Trey stroked his beard and glared at her. His eyes were wide, darting from side to side and then stopping to stare incredulously at Caelyn. “Bullshit.” “I swear,”
