Emma Scott

Cursing at every red light while wanting to cry like a baby because I’d found her.

Seeing the stars reflected in her eyes… that would be amazing. A chance of a lifetime.

And holy God, the stars… Millions of them wheeling in a brilliant backdrop to Kacey’s beauty. They were nothing to her. Nothing.

I would love you forever, Kacey, if I only had the chance.

“Because loving her is the best thing I’ve ever done.”

“You’re right,” Milo said, tears rushing back to choke his words. “I don’t believe you.”

“Nah. You’ll forget me by dawn.”

He hugged my arm tighter. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Talk like you don’t matter. You do matter. To me.”

Out of one prison, on to the next.

She’d been a sweet, vibrant girl up until two months ago. Now she hardly spoke, barely ate, rarely smiled.

“Touch them and die, lunkhead.”