“She asked me not to say,” Layla says, gravely serious. “So we will be respecting her privacy. And I’m only telling you because as the Riot Dykes and our recruits, you deserve to know. But this is classified information. What I just said does not leave this room. The last thing we need is the police coming after us.”
Pause. More silence. The entire room holds its collective breath, the significance of what Layla’s saying settling in over everyone.
The last thing we need is the police coming after us.
“We’re an underground organization,” she continues. “When the whole thing happened with our Sister Mary, we were almost found out. The police questioned her for hours—are you affiliated with any radical groups? And she lied and said no. To protect us. She’s so f*****g brave, and she did the
