Paul’s POV.

“We need to talk about tonight,” I say. My voice is loud in the quiet, still apartment.

We didn’t say anything about the fight in Mo’s car on the way back from the fight. The hour was late when it was finally safe for all of us to go our separate ways. The sun was beginning to crest over the skyline.

“Do you need ice?” Eleanor asked, not waiting for my response before she slipped out of bed, padding her ...