Blaze:
The sun was setting, streaking the sky in bruised purples and oranges as I kissed Phoenix on the forehead. She didn’t even stir—just kept sleeping like the tiny rebel she was, curled up in Kat's arms in the ridiculous frilly pink onesie Kat picked out.
Kat handed Phoenix to Shay, pressing her nose to her soft curls one last time. Her face was tight—too tight—and she mumbled something about needing to shower before slipping out the door with that forced smile she wore when her insides were a mess.
I didn’t say anything.
But I saw her.
Saw through her.
Something was wrong.
Saint clapped me on the back and started cleaning up, but I couldn’t focus. Couldn’t shake the way Kat’s eyes looked when she thought no one was watching. Like she was barely holding it together.
“Later, bro
