Leo’s Pov

The clink of a fork on a plate pulled my eyes from my phone, as I sat at a small table in a quiet restaurant, scrolling through college news, trying to ignore the gnawing, cold feeling in my stomach, not hunger, but something sharp and unsettling.

My mom had been through so much lately, more than she let on, more than he ever let on.

Then a shadow fell over my table, and a chair scraped as someone pulled it out, settling directly opposite me. I looked up to see Evan Peterson, my ...