Flint’s POV

The moment I wrapped my arms around Lola, she broke down.

She didn’t just cry. She collapsed into me, her body shaking hard, her face buried against my chest like she couldn’t hold herself together anymore.

Her hands clenched the front of my shirt, fingers tight, desperate, as if she needed something solid to keep her from falling apart.

I was caught off guard for half a second.

Then I held her properly.

I pulled her closer, pressing her head against my chest, one hand firm ...