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The officer extends his gaze over to the body bag. “As you can see, the gentleman in the passenger seat is no longer with us.”
No shit.
What the cops say next doesn’t faze me.
There’s a high chance that we lose Lucia the same way we lost our parents.
18
LUCIA
I’m high or dead,or maybe both.
If this is Heaven, it can eat my ass. The intermittent beeping in my ear is not how I pictured the afterlife to be.
“Lucia?”
I wink open an eye and see a bright, white light zap on.
I grimace. “What the hell? Are you trying to blind me?”
“At least she can speak,” says one person to another.
“You have a visitor.”
My memory comes flooding back as soon as I see Willow’s remorseful face. She’s pale, and the shadows under her eyes are way too dark for even her seventy-dollar concealer to fix.
“You look like shit,” I tell her.
“So do you.”
“I have an excuse.”
“You do. You’ve been out like a light for a day. I’ve been worried sick.”
The nurse exits the room, leaving us alone.
I sit up, hit by a stinging pain. I look down at my legs and see them both bandaged up.
The pain suddenly means nothing.
“You’re not paralyzed,” Willow says as if reading my mind. “You sustained a few injuries, but you’ll live.”
“Since when did you become a nurse?”
“It’s called listening.” She waggles her ear.
I narrow my eyes. She doesn’t get to be funny. Not yet. “You have some serious explaining to do. Why did you do it? Tell me now.”
Willow perches on the chair next to my bed, looking even more guilty than she did when she entered the clubhouse. My next question will be about the brothers, but this one needs answering first.
“He was hot, okay? And I was lonely. That’s my shitty reason.”
“He washot?” I’d laugh if I had the energy to. “You think Tristan is hot?”
“Was.”
I read her gray face and know what that means.
