“Happy endings,” I say with a scathing laugh. “You really think those exist for people like us?”
“I think they exist for people who fight for them.” He drains the last of his beer and sets the empty bottle in the grass. “And brother, we’ve been fighting our whole lives. Might as well fight for something worth having, right?”
the pass /T͟Hə pas/: noun
1: counter where finished dishes await pickup.
2: the moment you stop listening through walls and start walking through them.
I leave Bastian to bro-handle whatever personal crisis Zeke is going through and I keep heading down the hallway toward Yasmin’s room. If Zeke’s as upset as he sounded, then Yas is probably in hysterics, about to commit several felonies, or both.
I tend to handle my traumas inwardly. Yasmin, on the other hand, is
