Lola’s POV

The tension between Flint and Morgan was about to snap. Their voices had grown tight, their faces set. I felt a fight coming and I did not want it.

“Enough,” I said, louder than before. “Both of you mind your own business.”

I turned and headed for the street without waiting for a reply. The pavement felt uneven under my shoes. I wanted air and space.

Flint caught up quickly. His hand brushed my arm, then fell. “Come home with me, Lola.”

I stopped and looked at him. ...