“Where have you been?” I ask Holly with the movie on mute.
“None of your business.” She continues on to her room without glancing my way. Soon enough I hear her music, louder than it needs to be, making me invisible to her in every way possible.
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I study Bo’s face, perfectly calm and composed, but his eyes are distant, plotting. “I think we should set his car on fire,” he says without regret or hesitation. “With him in it.”
