Payton’s POV
I know we should go back, but I can’t bring myself to move.
“There’s no rush,” Will says, as if reading my mind. “There are hundreds of people in that school, all of whom are going to have opinions about what to do next. We could miss hours and still get there in time to put our two cents in.”
I’m not even sure I want to put my two cents in anymore.
Liam is gone. My parents are gone. Everyone who ever taught me anything about being good, just, and pure is gone. All I have now is a group of hot-headed teenagers who proved they’re good at winning battles.
That’s not fair, says a voice in my head. I know it’s my subconscious, but I’d like to believe it’s something else—someone else. My parents.
I’ve been staring at their headstones for at least an hour now, praying to he
