“Tell me this is her.” Stacie nudged my shoulder with her own, curious to know.
“Yes!” I hissed in a whisper when she kept nudging me.
“May? Daniel?” Michelle pushed. Behind her were Hannah and Jake, both looking frustrated and tired. Her perfect little fingers wrapped themselves around Daniel’s arm, waiting for his response. I could only think of unwrapping those fingers from him, and I immediately looked away and at her face. I needed to calm down; there was no need for Mama-Bear-Instinct right now.
“Who are you guys planning to shoo?” she asked me softly once I had caught her eye, her voice remarkably audible behind the loud club music. Her other hand touched my arm, following the path of my arteries to finally hold my hand for some consolation. I could see she anticipated this conve
