The drive back from Yara's was quiet. Too quiet. Mika could feel everything she wasn't saying just sitting there in her chest, waiting.
She held it together until they got out of the truck. Barely.
Mika slammed the door. Hard enough that the whole truck rocked.
"Great," she said. "Awesome. Love this for me."
Diego came around the front, hands up like she was some kind of spooked animal.
"Mika—"
"No, seriously. This is great." She started pacing, arms crossed so tight it hurt. "My whole life I've had some monster sleeping inside me. Nobody thought that was worth mentioning. Cool. Cool cool cool. And now the fix is I gotta stand in front of the same pack that watched you dump me like garbage and — what, hold hands and pretend it's romantic?"
"That's not—"
"Are you kidding me right no
