186 Lowlife Bitch.

"What is it? Why are you up this late in the night?" Brenna asked Grace sleepily when Grace walked into her bedroom and roused her from sleep. 

"Brad isn't home yet," Grace said with a worried frown.

"Yeah. I figured maybe he was too upset with you to come back home, especially as he isn't even taking my calls," Brenna said with a yawn as she sat up on the bed and adjusted the duvet covering Jeremy. 

"He isn't even with his phone or wallet. He left them in the car," Grace pointed out as she bit her lips nervously.

Maybe she was getting worked up over nothing, but she wasn't okay that he wasn't home that late at night. If anything happened to him, she would never forgive herself for her carelessness.

"He did?" Brenna asked with a concerned frown.

"Maybe he hitched a ride back to the movie site. Something probably came up," Brenna said, trying to sound positive.