I sit, staring out the window, Rory’s jacket concealing what I did.
I don’t deserve his kindness, but I accepted his jacket when he offered it to me, for my sake as well as his. I didn’t want to rub in the fact that I had s*x with his best friend, and I liked it—a lot.
Rory came to me, offering his comfort, and in return, I asked for Punky instead.
Vomit rises, but I swallow it down. I brought this onto myself, and now, my punishment is my sister being taken. I don’t know the details, but neither does Punky. All we’re going off is the panicked voicemail Hannah left.
Punky sits across from me in the back of Rory’s car. I want nothing more than to comfort him because, once again, Sean has outsmarted us. But I can’t.
His foot continuously bouncing and his fists bunched by his sides all h
