Taz lost her s**t. And that was understating it.
She yelled, cried, sobbed, screamed, and folded into a ball. Then she started laughing, shaking her head, threatening her parents, threatening Cross. She turned to me a few times with fire in her eyes.
Blaise took off after five minutes. I was shocked he lasted that long.
Taz was in hysterics, and no one could calm her. The girls came in. Race. Even Z tried a hand. She shoved everyone away, turning and walking out with full heaving sobs wracking through her.
Race looked at Cross.
Cross looked at Race.
“I don’t know what to do,” Race said.
Cross held up his hands. “She lost it on me earlier. I’m sure all of this is from the divorce, me moving out, everything. But I don’t think she needs her brother.” He dipped his head forward. “It’s a
