Eighteen
Fiona Fallon
I stood outside what had formally been my dorm room, my stomach in knots, my hand half raised. It was as if I was committing a crime. Declan said that he didn’t want me back here. That if I went, I was defying him. But I wasn’t attending the school. All I was doing was visintg Kenna.
I knocked on the door.
After a moment, I heard shuffling and Kenna opened it. There were bags under her eyes and there was the smell of booze on her breath. “Kenna,” I said.
Her eyes brightened when she saw me. “Fiona!” she exclaimed. “What are ya doin’ here? Are ya comin’ back?”
I shook my head. “No. I’m not comin’ back. But I need ta ask ya ta do somethin’ without any questions.”
Kenna raised an eyebrow. “What? Fiona, your scarin’ me.”
“Do you kno
