In trouble
*LZ* I can feel the panic start to rise in my chest as the sirens wail in the distance. The flashing lights will be here any second, and we definitely should not be here when they arrive. But as I look at Dylan, leaning heavily against Tommy, I realize just how dire the situation is. She’s pale, her breaths shallow and quick, and something in my gut tells me this is bad. “Tommy, you have to go,” I say, urgency creeping into my voice. “If the cops get here and find you…” “No.” His voice is like steel, unwavering. “I’m not leaving her, LZ. I can’t just abandon her.” I grip his shoulder tightly. “Listen to me. If you get arrested, who’s going to help her? We can’t risk you going down for this.” I glance over at Sinclair’s crumpled body, my stomach twisting. “You didn’t mean to kill him,
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