Chapter Thirteen
Tom
With Mal and Jake out of the room, the mood changes, a different tension starts to run through us. It’s Dylan who does something first, closing his book, and putting it to the side.
“What are we going to do about Mal?” He glances at the door, and then at Mia. “I know it’s still a few days away, but what are we going to do?”
Mia stills, then looks up, her lips a thin line. “I don’t know. What did you do before? How do you even...” She closes her eyes, her breath shuddering. “I’ve never done this before, not here, not...”
I take a deep breath. “Normally we just... We just do whatever works out best. Mal usually crashes at Dylan’s place and we...” We visit Poppy’s grave and then spend the time not doing much after that.
“Touch and go.” Dylan nods. “But he’s more emo
