OPAL

I throw my arms around my best friend and the tears cascade down my face. Everything I've been holding during the car ride just pours out of me.

I forget my surroundings. I even forget that Bruce is standing somewhere behind us, watching like a hawk.

"I need to talk to you," Gwen whispers before sniffing. There's an urgency in her voice that I pick up right away. I nod, and we head toward the kitchen together. Her living room is crowded with people who used to know her parents, but we ...