After taking Imani down from the rope suspended in my room, I laid her on the bed and undid her legs. She curled up next to me, pulling the blankets over her naked body and staring at the plain wall opposite my bed.
“Is Landon staying here?” Imani asked, spotting Landon’s stuff on the couch.
“For a bit,” I said.
She furrowed her brows, hurt flashing onto her face for a moment, and then she turned onto her belly, elbows posted on the pillow, and stared down at me. The light bounced off her brown eyes, making them glow in the dim room.
“Will you tell me what’s going on?” she asked, her lips curled into a frown. “Why do I need to learn how to shoot a gun again? Everyone, even my mom, has been acting different lately, and I’m nervous.”
But Imani knew exactly why she was here. She wanted t
