~Joan~

“Hey, you want to go for a walk?” I asked, sitting on the bed next to Rhoda, who had pulled the blanket over herself like it might shield her from the world.

She stared at me for a second before shaking her head, her lips pressed into a tight line.

Her bad mood was starting to affect me. We were supposed to have fun —not the jail kind of fun—but the kind where we could let loose and just be ourselves. Then Aaron had to ruin everything.

“Come on, Peach, you can’t be like this ...