Devin's POV
Danny wanted to be alone, but she didn’t protest when we surrounded her in the living room. I couldn't imagine how she felt right now, because she wasn't crying. Every time I looked at the red side of her face, I felt like punching something. Punching Ben. Punching Mr. Danny.
We knew about her mom, and she knew we knew. Of course, she would be upset, she would feel betrayed, but did she think we’d hate her for it? I couldn’t even ask her or even assure her in this atmosphere. All our thoughts and feelings roamed around unaddressed in the silence.
Karissa cleared her throat. "Guys, Danny needs some space and time to herself. It’s too stuffy in here." She glanced between Danny and me. "Devin, why don’t you take her out to get some fresh air?"
Danny lifted her head miserably,
