Logan
Elizabeth stomps out of the clubhouse, looking around like she's undecided where to go. She stops for a moment, her hands around her waist before proceeding to the shed.
She taps Knife's shoulder and says something to him that I can't hear. I stop working on my bike and go to stand next to Knife.
“What's the problem?” I ask.
“Her door won't open,” Knife says. “She wants me to help fix it.”
“Work on your bike,” I say, squeezing his thick shoulder. “I'll go have a look.”
I bob my head toward the clubhouse and Elizabeth scuttles behind me as I walk, going straight to the door when I turn to the storage room to grab a screw driver.
“You've been running away from me,” I say, stopping at her door. “We're not doing that anymore.”
I broke her door on purpose, so I could get her to ta
