Lumi’s POV
Clover doesn’t stop talking the entire drive.
Not because she doesn’t know when to stop, but because she’s choosing not to.
“I’m just saying,” she continues, turning slightly in her seat to look at me, “that man followed you from a courthouse. A courthouse, Lumi.”
“I’m aware.”
“And you’re just… okay with that?”
“I didn’t say I was okay with it.”
“You said fine,” she corrects immediately. “Which, in your language, is worse.”
I exhale slowly, keeping my eyes on the road.
“I said fine because I need something right now.”
“And that something is a man who—let me get this straight—”
She counts on her fingers.
“—left you unfinished, followed you, admitted it, and then offered himself like a service?”
I don’t respond. Because when she says it like that, it sounds worse tha
