Lila's POV
"There's more," I said, voice quiet, watching Sarah's chest rise and fall steady in that hospital bed. "You wanna hear it or you had enough darkness for one night?"
"I'm not going anywhere." Jax's hand found mine again, steady, patient. "Tell me." This is a different kind, a softer kind of Jax that I know. Maybe I can tell him everything.
So I did.
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Two kids on the run don't exactly have a lot of options. We begged when we had to, which was often, standing outside gas stations with cardboard signs that said things like *stranded, need bus fare* because nobody wanted to give money to two kids who just admitted they were running from a bad situation. We stole when begging didn't cut it, maybe food mostly, or even the occasional jacket when the weather turned, once a whole
