Flint
“We have to get out of here. We have to leave. We have to run.”
I hear her voice, but I don’t quite process it. I stare down at my phone, unblinking. I must have heard him incorrectly. There must be some kind of mistake.
“I’ll go to Mel again. I’ll tell her the situation’s changed. I’ll tell her…”
It can’t be f*****g true.
“I didn’t believe you,” I say, forcing myself to look up from the phone and into her red, puffy eyes. “You tried to warn me, and I didn’t believe you.”
“It’s not your fault. You called him. He didn’t believe you any more than you believed me. It’s my fault. I’m the one who danced with him. I’m the one who suggested going out with your friends that night.”
I want to comfort her, but I can’t remember how. I’m raw, empty, and afraid. Until now, Damon West was n
