Fallon
“I don’t understand. You still want to leave tomorrow, after everything that happened to you?”
I’m on the phone with Mel. Flint and I swung by the hospital last night to get my broken nose looked at (confirmed—broken), then picked up Lacey from Scarlett’s and spent the rest of our evening at his place, stretched out in front of the TV, holding each other. Lacey cried more than me or him, which made my heart ache. We tried to keep the details from her, but she’s too smart so not see through such attempts.
Now it’s midafternoon the next day, and we’re all back at Rush’s guest house, packing our things. We even convinced the cops to give us an armed escort, just in case Rush’s squad of goonies was standing by to kill us.
“Yes, Mel,” I tell my sister as I fold up my clothes and p
