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‘How long are you alone?’

‘I don’t know. Three hours, maybe?’

Adam hesitated. ‘Want some company?’

Just the words sent a curl of desire winding through Nick’s thoughts. He told his thoughts to get real. ‘God, I wish.’

‘How far do you live from a bus stop?’

Nick straightened. Adam could not come here. Could
not
. ‘I have no idea.’

‘How far do you live from Ritchie Highway?’

Nick wet his lips and hesitated. He should be telling Adam that there was no way this could work. But when he opened his mouth, he found himself saying, ‘Three blocks. We’re on Chautauga. Just south of the community college.’

‘Near the firehouse, right?’

Of course Adam would know the area. ‘Ah . . . yeah.’

‘I can be there in fifteen minutes. Twenty, tops.’ Adam’s voice dropped. ‘So let me ask you again. Want some company?’

Quinn sat in Tyler’s truck and stared at her apartment building. Her mom’s car was in the lot. So was Jake’s. That didn’t mean much other than that their cars hadn’t been towed. If her brother had been arrested, his car could still be here, right? What about her mom?

She’d been waiting for a call to the guidance office all day, expecting to find a social worker sitting in the waiting room or something. She was prepared for hushed voices to say things like, ‘We didn’t realize how bad things had gotten. We have a few options, but we’re going to take care of you . . .’

But that call never came. Quinn slogged through her classes, making her way toward the end of the day, hating the thought of going home.

She’d been ready to ride the bus all night, but Tyler texted to ask if she wanted to be his rooftop companion for the evening.

Without Nick, she didn’t have a ride to the dance studio.

Without Tyler, she didn’t have a place to sleep for the night.

Rooftop taquitos it was.

It had been nice to sit in the nighttime quiet, to eat and drink and not worry that someone was going to hassle her. She’d told Tyler about school, about waiting for the call that never came. She’d confided her fears that her brother might have done something to her mother. That maybe Jordan had come home and Jake had hurt
him
. That maybe the cops hadn’t come at all. That maybe Quinn had walked out of one mess, only to leave a bigger disaster in her wake.

‘You don’t have to go up there,’ said Tyler. ‘I can check on them if you want.’

Quinn shook her head. Sit down here and wonder if her brother was going to answer the door with a gun in his hand? ‘I’ll go. Wait here.’

‘You’re insane if you think I’m letting you go up there alone.’

‘You’re insane if you think I’m letting you —’

‘Jesus, do you need to be balls-to-the-wall about everything? If you want to go up, go up. I won’t get in your way.’

She thought that meant he was going to wait in the truck after all, but when she climbed the stairs, he was right behind her.

Halfway up, she stopped short at the tiny landing. ‘Am I being an idiot?’

‘Of everyone I’ve met in your family, you seem like the least idiotic.’

Well, that wasn’t really saying all that much. ‘My mom and I — we’ve never gotten along.’

‘I kind of assumed that when you told me she was knocking you around.’

‘She’s not — she’s under a lot of stress —’

‘So are you. So am I. I don’t give a shit, Quinn. Your mom is
messed up.
So is your brother. And what the fuck is your dad —’

‘Okay, okay. Forget it.’ She spun away from him.

‘No. Stop.’ Tyler caught her shoulders, gently, securely. ‘She’s your mother. I understand.’

Quinn hated tears.
Hated them
. Especially hated that they were flocking to her eyes right this very second.

‘We don’t have to go inside,’ said Tyler. ‘Knock on the door, make sure she’s okay, and we’ll leave.’

‘And then what?’

Tyler sighed. ‘We’ll go back to my place. You can figure out what to do.’

She shrugged his hands off. ‘Try not to sound so enthusiastic —’

He spun her around and seized her arms. ‘Stop it. Do you just need someone to call your bluff? Fine. Called. Get your ass up there so we can get out of here. You don’t need to be afraid. I’m right here.’

Quinn stared up at him and gritted her teeth. She wanted to jerk away from him.

Sort of.

Okay, not at all.

She took a long breath. ‘I’m worried he’s still here,’ she said, her voice small.

‘Tony?’

The dark-haired creeper. She shook her head, then nodded. ‘Or my brother.’

His expression softened. ‘Do you want to call your mom again?’

Quinn had been trying all day. Her mom’s mobile phone had been ringing straight to voice mail every time. She routinely let the battery die, so it wasn’t really a sign of anything.

But it bought her another thirty seconds, so Quinn tried again.

Voice mail. Quinn checked her texts to see if her little brother had written back yet, but he hadn’t. A phone call to him had gone unanswered, too.

Wind swirled through the open staircase and Quinn shivered and thought of Nick. She should have been dancing tonight, stretching her muscles in a warm studio, leaping and twirling through Adam’s routine.

Not trembling on her apartment building’s staircase, wondering if her mom was lying dead in her apartment.

She steeled her nerve and turned for the steps again. ‘Come on.’

Quinn pulled her key ring out of her pocket, but when she slid the key into the deadbolt and turned, she discovered that the lock was already thrown. Feeling her heart in her throat, she reached out and twisted the knob.

As always, the foyer was a well of quiet stillness. Quinn stepped lightly anyway, moving slowly along the carpeting. Tyler was a shadow at her back, mirroring her movements, creeping into the apartment as if they didn’t have a right to be here.

Everything felt wrong. The air carried tension. She expected to step on a dead body.

Stop thinking of dead people,
she told herself.

Her cell phone blared into the silence. Quinn almost broke an ankle from jumping so hard.

She fought for the correct button to stop the call, but then she realized the display was lit up with
Jordan
.

She pressed the button to answer. ‘Hey,’ she said quickly, her voice a whispered rush. He was fourteen and jaded, but he wasn’t an addict or an alcoholic. If she could help anyone in her family, it was Jordan. ‘Where are you? You okay?’

‘Yeah. Fine.’

He didn’t sound fine.

‘Have you heard from Mom?’ Quinn said.

‘Yeah.’

That was all he said. Quinn could hear him breathing, heavy and rough on the other end of the phone.

‘Where are you?’ she said.

‘At Kurt Culpeper’s. Mom said — she said —’ His voice broke. She heard snuffling.

‘Jordan,’ she said. ‘Jordan, what happened? Where’s Mom?’

‘Hold on.’ His breaths were jagged now, and she heard a door close. ‘She said I can’t come back there.’ Another shaky breath. ‘She said she couldn’t — she couldn’t —’

And then he was crying.

Quinn sank onto the couch, distantly aware of Tyler sitting beside her, probably close enough to hear half of what Jordan was saying.

Her younger brother barely talked to her except to ask when she’d be done with the television so he could play with his PlayStation. It was unthinkable he would be crying to her on the phone, and Quinn didn’t know how to deal with this.

And where the hell was her mother?

‘Are you okay?’ she said. ‘Jordan, are you safe where you are?’

‘Yeah.’ He sniffled loudly and got it together. ‘Kurt’s mom said I could stay through the weekend. I told her Mom and Dad were going out of town. I was going to stay at Jeremy’s, but his mom always wants to call.’

‘What happened with Mom?’

‘I came home for clothes and she — she —’ Crying again.

Tyler leaned into her and caught her eye. ‘Tell him we’ll come get him,’ he said. ‘See if he can get you an address.’

‘Do you want us to come get you?’ said Quinn. ‘I’m with a friend.’

Jordan’s voice tightened right up. ‘Gross. I don’t want to hang out with you and your boyfriend.’

Fear and tension caught up with Quinn. ‘Damn it, Jordan, I’m trying to —’

‘Stop screaming at me, Quinn! I’m sick of people screaming at me!’

She so didn’t need this. Quinn inhaled to lay into him, but Tyler plucked the phone out of her hand. ‘Hey, man, this is Quinn’s friend Tyler. Are you all right where you are, or do you want us to come get you?’

His voice was level, easy, very we’re-all-bros-in-this-together. And Jordan was responding, from the bits she could hear. Quinn stared at Tyler, wondering if she should grab the phone or kiss him.

Then Tyler said, ‘No, you’re right. It sucks, kid. It does. Look, see if you can get a pen. I’ll give you my number. If you change your mind, call me. We’ll come get you. All right?’

Then he gave his number, got her brother to promise to use it, and pushed the button to end the call.

Quinn couldn’t stop staring at him. She’d never met anyone like him, so self-assured and confident yet not completely into himself.

‘What?’ said Tyler.

She shook herself. ‘Nothing. Let’s get out —’

She froze. Her mother stood by the corner leading to the galley kitchen. A threadbare bathrobe clung to her frame, and Quinn was glad the belt seemed securely knotted, because the drooping shoulder showed that her mom wasn’t wearing anything beneath the terrycloth. She’d showered at some point, because her hair had dried into unbrushed clumps, but from the waves of alcohol emanating from her, she’d been hitting the bottle since then.

The expression in her eyes was terrifying. A trophy was clutched in one hand. A basketball trophy. One of Jake’s.

Quinn wasn’t sure whether to be relieved her mom was still alive, or disgusted that she was obviously still obsessed with Jake’s
success.

Then her mother spoke.

‘How could you do that?’ she said, her voice cracked and raw. And slurring. She took a few steps toward the couch. ‘How could you, Quinn?’

Quinn swallowed. ‘I didn’t — I didn’t do —’

‘Shut up! Shut up! You’re out whoring around and now you —’

‘I’m not whoring around!’ Quinn was on her feet, ready to get in her mother’s face.

‘Take it easy.’ Tyler had a hand on her arm, and his voice was quiet. ‘Let’s just walk out.’

‘Shut up!’ Quinn’s mom shrieked. ‘You were here, too! You did this! He had a future, you bitch! You screw up everything! Everything!’

‘I didn’t do anything!’ Now Quinn was crying, and she didn’t care. ‘He was —’

‘Shut up!’ The words were practically unintelligible with rage. ‘Shut the fuck up! You did this! You!’

And then, without warning, her mom crumpled to the carpet, sobbing, the trophy pressed to her face.

Quinn stood there, shaking. She couldn’t breathe. She didn’t know what to do.

Tyler’s voice was low. ‘Let’s get out of here, Quinn.’

But she couldn’t leave, not like this. Some part of her couldn’t leave her mother a weeping mess on the floor. The drooping side of the bathrobe gaped now, revealing a sagging breast. Hair was sticking to her mother’s saliva. She wailed.

Quinn went to her, dropping to her knees. ‘Mom. Mom, stop. Please, let me help you.’ She put a hand on a shaky shoulder. ‘Mom, it’s okay —’

‘Don’t
touch
me! You ruin
everything!’

Then her mom swung at her with the trophy.

Quinn didn’t even see it coming. The marble base caught her square in the face. She saw stars. Constellations. Whole frigging galaxies. Then blackness.

She wasn’t out for long. She came to in Tyler’s arms, still in her apartment foyer. Her mother was shrieking at them to get out, to get the fuck out, to get that
whore
out of her apartment. Quinn couldn’t seem to get her eyes to focus on anything, from Tyler’s face, to the doorway, to the dashboard in front of her when Tyler buckled her into the seat.

‘Fuck this,’ he said, starting his ignition, but not shifting into gear. He pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Quinn struggled to get her limbs to respond. ‘No,’ she said. ‘No police.’

Tyler sucked in a long breath and touched her face. ‘Sweetheart, I think you need an
ambulance
.’

‘No. Please. No. They’ll call — they’ll call —’

She couldn’t get her voice to work, and she realized she was crying.

‘Shh,’ said Tyler. ‘It’s all right. I’ll just drive you to the hospital. Okay?’ He shifted into gear.

‘No. No. They’ll make me go to a foster home or something. Please, Tyler. Please.’ She was hiccupping now, ugly crying, full out. ‘Please. No.’

He stopped at the end of the parking lot and looked at her. ‘You need help. She might have broken your cheekbone.’ He winced. ‘Your face is already swelling.’

She knew it was. She could feel it all the way into her eye. ‘Can’t you heal it?’

He looked back at the road. His voice was suddenly hollow. ‘I don’t know. I don’t know if I could.’

‘Nick healed me once. Please, Tyler. Please, I can’t — I can’t —’

‘Okay,’ he said softly. ‘Okay.’ He rubbed at his temples, then pulled out of the parking lot.

‘No hospital,’ she said. Her words were slurring, and it reminded her of her mother. That made fresh tears well.

You ruin everything.

Her breath caught and stuttered.

‘Easy,’ said Tyler. ‘No hospital, okay?’

‘Then where?’ He hit a bump and a wave of pain swept through her face, and she almost reconsidered.

‘The beach,’ he said. ‘I need fire.’

Quinn felt like time somehow vanished.

Stars scattered overhead, spinning wildly every time she moved her eyes. She lay in the sand, beside a roaring bonfire that seemed to stretch a mile high. The heat was intense, forcing sweat from her skin. Her head pounded like her mother kept swinging that trophy over and over again.

Tyler crouched over her, stroking his finger along her cheek, so lightly that Quinn barely felt it. ‘She broke the skin, too.’

Quinn sniffed and put a hand to her eyes, but she felt the edge of the swelling and dropped her hand. ‘I don’t — I don’t know why she hates me.’