Contd
Maddison Lorenzo.
“Just watch, he’s going to stay in jail for the rest of his life. Daddy is going to make sure of that.” Fushia says it with a finality that makes my coffee taste bitter.
I’m sitting with the girls at our usual table off-campus, trying to pretend my world isn’t a house of cards about to blow over. The sun is too bright. The chatter is too loud.
“I can’t believe Carl did that.” Tetra chimes in, scrolling on her phone. “Someone in school saw Carl when he was getting away at the hospital… there are pictures. I heard Bryce and Noah were taken too. Total suckers.”
“Hmm,” is all I can manage. I lean back in the wrought-iron chair, swirling the half-melted ice cubes in my iced coffee.
“You’re safe,” Fushia says, reaching over to squeeze my arm. Her eyes are so earne
