Lila's P.O.V
I stared at the dimly lit veranda of Diane’s house like it was a beacon I’d been chasing for miles. The just noticed that there were little drops of rain had on the driveway, and the wind whispered through the trees, making the streetlights flicker in a way that made my nerves stand on end. I could hear the soft hum of the city far behind us, but here, surrounded by old brick and overgrown vines, it felt like we were the only two people left in the world.
“Come on, Lila,” Diane said, pulling the heavy front door open with a sigh that sounded half relief, half exhaustion. Her voice was warm, the kind of voice that made you forget for a second that you were running from something bigger than yourself. “You’re not staying at that hotel. Not after what happened.”
I nodded, fee
