Lila's POV
Three days of silence. Three f*****g days of Sarah barely looking at me, sliding past me in that cramped little apartment like I was furniture instead of family, mumbling one-word answers whenever I tried to bridge the gap. I let her have her space. Figured that maybe she just needed it, figured the anger would burn itself out eventually the way it always did.
I should've pushed harder. God, I wish I'd pushed harder. But who knows the mind of a teenager on raging hormones anymore?
It was late afternoon on the third day, hands deep in some client's temperamental fuel line, when it hit me that I hadn't actually seen Sarah at the garage all day. Not once. Usually she'd be underfoot somewhere, handing Hugo his coffee, sweeping in that half-hearted teenage way she did everything l
