WAKING up with a pounding headache was what used to always drive caleb to smoke in the mornings. now, he didn’t need the excuse, but it still provided relief against the hangover pounding loudly in his ears. he’d gone out the night before, some attempt to forget that elias was in wyoming suffering and he couldn’t do a thing about it. he had been packed for amsterdam for days, living out of his suitcases providing to be a pain in the ass as he rummaged through them desperately for a pair of socks. he was scrolling through his phone, trying to catch up on anything he missed when clocked out the night before, but the only thing that stood out to him were the messages he’d sent to lilah, left unanswered. it wasn’t like her, and he had no one to go to about it besides the girl herself. she hadn’t been around to ask all weekend, so he trudged to her door hair uncombed as he ran a hand through it, knocking loudly. “open up! it’s the police!” he grunted out, his voice hoarse from sleep. @dclchs