Goose
I didn't leave that night. There wasn't a chance in hell I was getting back on my bike and heading anywhere after dropping that kind of truth in Lyssa's lap. Not when her hands were still shaking every now and then, even if she was trying to hide it. Not when Emilia was pacing like she wanted to grab a weapon and go hunt her down herself. Not when every time the house creaked, Lyssa's shoulders tensed before she forced them to relax again. So I stayed.
At some point, Emilia disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a glass of water. She pressed into Lyssa's hand and another one she offered me. I took it without really thinking about it, my eyes never fully leaving Lyssa. She was still sitting on the couch, but she looked different now than she had when I first walked in. Not
