APRIL’S POV
I paced my bedroom, the plush pink carpet worn to a threadbare path under my feet. The clock on my nightstand ticked loud enough to feel personal. My dad had been gone for over an hour now, and he still wasn’t back.
In that hour I built endless scenarios in my head, none of them good. I had imagined Dad and Leo in a parking lot, not far from here probably, engaging in a shove that went too far. A fist that wouldn’t stop until someone bled red.
I thought about calling Leo to warn him, but the words never made it past my throat. I mean, what would I even say to him? Oh, I know. My dad is coming for you. Just thinking about it in my head sounded ridiculous and feral all at once. All I could do now was wait and hope my father never found him.
Another minute ticked by before the
