(Author's POV)
Leo looked down at his hands. He opened his mouth, closed it again. She could see him working through something - the pull between wanting to defend Martha and knowing, at some level he couldn't argue himself out of, that defense wasn't possible this time.
He'd grown up watching Martha choose Sienna over Aurora. He'd watched it happen again and again, in small ways and large ones. He knew the shape of it.
He lifted his head.
"Aurora." His voice was quiet but steady. "Call the police."
She looked at him.
"Whatever you decide, I'll back you up." He held her gaze. "Whatever you decide."
(Aurora's POV)
I looked at Leo for a moment. Then I said, "Head back to school."
He started to protest, but I kept my voice even. "Do you have enough in your meal plan account? Eat ther
