Genny did look back. She wouldn't dare. Her grip on Alora's hand tightened as everything ran through her mind.
Joey couldn't find out not like this. She could still remember that night under the rain, he came to her place. She was confused to see a drenched Joey standing in front of her building.
He was heartbroken over some girl searching for someone he could pour it on. It was ridiculous how she had kissed him and listened to him get drunk as he spoke about some girl called Amelia
"Don't think about it, Genenieve," she whispered at her car door. Her fingers curling over the handle..
She felt a soft touch over her shoulders. Her head snapped back to meet Braelyn's worried gaze..
"Are you alright?" Braelyn asked, her eyes narrowing on Genny. She could sense the nervous energy rolling off Genny.
