Fallon
For the next week, Flint can barely look at me, and certainly doesn’t touch me.
I get it—really, I do. I know it’s not personal. I know that he doesn’t love me less, but rather feels less capable of s****l acts after knowing what was done to someone so close to me. He’s sickened by it, just as I was when I found out at the ripe age of fourteen.
I try to keep my plans to myself, mainly because they involve Rush Blake. I tried to think of another way, but the only other way would be for me to go to Hugh in person, and aside from the fact that it would give Flint a heart attack, it would also put me at far too great a risk of being attacked by Damon. So I go to Rush, and I keep it from Flint.
He’s busy, anyway; the musical is less than a month out, and Lacey has turned into a bo
