Chapter 47
THE SHOPPING mall atrium and the scattered broken debris from the fight faded from view. For a second, I only saw Ceren. She wore mid-thigh denim shorts and her old, faded Mesh concert tour T-shirt with a fresh tear in the shoulder. Her teeth were clenched, and a blink showed a sheen of angry tears hovering over her eyes. White knuckles rimmed in red clenched the wrought iron bench leg she’d wrenched off of the bench and out of the ground.
Beside her, Alice sensed the abrupt tension. She glanced between Ceren and me curiously.
“It’s okay,” I said quietly.
Ceren’s hand shook, then she flung the metal bar at the floor. It hit hard enough to crack a ceramic tile, bounced six feet into the air, and thudded down amidst a table full of small tools, scattering everything across the
