Calla:
I couldn't breathe. Dad's words still echoed through my apartment long after he'd slammed the door.
Stay away from Jace.
I've already lost one kid.
I'm not losing another.
I leaned against the kitchen counter, staring at nothing. The apartment suddenly felt too small. Too quiet. Too much like a cage. No. I needed air. I hurried into my bedroom, throwing my hair into a messy ponytail. Fresh jeans. An oversized faded teal T-shirt. My favorite white and teal Nike Dunks. I didn't even bother with makeup. I grabbed my keys and practically ran for the door. The second Bubblegum fired to life, I felt myself breathe a little easier. Just drive. That's all. Clear your head. Figure everything out later.
Traffic rolled steadily across the Eastside Bridge. The bay sparkled beneath the
