LOGINFRANKLIN’S POVI stood by the window with my arms crossed tight over my chest, the wood frame cool against my back. Adrian’s fist snapped Luca’s head sideways.The kid staggered, blood pouring fresh from his nose down over his mouth and onto the front of his shirt. It dripped onto the carpet in dark spots that soaked in quickly.The ceiling fan clicked every rotation, pushing the same stale air around the room. June lunged forward, her hand reaching for Luca. I caught her wrist before she got two steps. My fingers closed hard. She pulled once, sharp, but I didn’t loosen up.Adrian shook out his hand, knuckles already turning red. “You were supposed to be my brother, man. I let you sleep on my couch, eat with us, everything.”Luca wiped at his face with his sleeve. He didn’t swing back. Just stood there breathing through his mouth, one eye starting to puff.My gut unclenched a fraction as I watched their eyes slide off me and onto June, onto Luca.Marlene stayed near the doorway, finge
LUCA’S POVI turned the second that Marlene pushed the bedroom door all the way open. Her eyes fixed on me, wide and searching like she was scanning for answers printed right across my skin."Luca, please," she said, her voice cracking in the middle of the word. "Tell me everything they were saying… about you and Mom… tell me it’s a lie."June stepped forward fast, one hand reaching toward her daughter. "Marlene, honey, let me explain—""No." Marlene never glanced at her mother. She walked straight to me and stopped so close that the toes of our shoes nearly touched on the carpet. It swallowed every sound of her steps. "You. Tell me right now, Luca. Is it true?"Franklin stood off to my left near the window, arms crossed tight over his chest. He stayed quiet, but his breathing pushed loud and rough through his nose.I adjusted my stance to keep my balance, but I kept my eyes on Marlene."Yeah," I said. The word came out quieter than I meant it to. "Everything you overheard this summer
JUNE’S POVFranklin’s shouting filled the bedroom, his voice hitting the walls and bouncing back from the heavy curtains we had picked out last spring. I stood frozen near the closet door, fingers still wrapped around the strap of my ruined dress where it lay on the floor. The fabric dragged heavy in my grip, like it had soaked up all the weight in the room.He paced at the foot of the unmade bed, shirt untucked and flapping with each turn, his face red and shining with fresh sweat. Luca stayed quiet in the corner by the window, back pressed flat to the wall, arms folded tight across his chest. His eyes followed every step Franklin took, never blinking away.“You brought him here?” Franklin’s words came out raw. “Into our own bedroom? Your son’s best friend, June? Have you lost your damn mind? You have no shame at all, you pathetic slut.”For a second my chest locked up, breath caught somewhere behind my ribs. Then my fingers opened on their own and the dress slid onto the chair besid
LUCA’S POVI kept my arms wrapped around her shoulders, holding her while her body shook against my chest. The crying hit in waves, loud for a few seconds then dropping to quiet hitches before building again. My shirt clung damp and cool where her face pressed into it. I stayed silent.She pulled back a little and wiped her face with the back of her hand. Her eyes were red, the makeup smeared dark underneath them."You knew," she said, voice rough around the edges. "You knew and you didn't tell me."My hand lingered on her arm a second before I let go. "I didn't know for sure. Not until earlier when I saw them."She looked right at me, breath still catching. "When?""In the parking lot. Before the renewal even began. I saw them making out in her car."She nodded slowly. Then her gaze slid away to the wall, the floor, anywhere but me. "How long have you suspected?""While I was here for summer. I overheard him on the phone with her once. I thought I must have been mistaken." My fingers
JUNE’S POVThe taxi pulled away from the venue and I leaned my head against the window, watching the lights blur past outside. The glass pressed cold against my forehead.The driver glanced back at me in the rearview mirror. “Where to?”I gave him the address.He nodded and turned the radio up a notch, some old song I didn’t know filling the car. I kept my eyes on the streetlights sliding across the window, letting the hum of the tires fill my head. Nothing else. Just that.The drive stretched longer than it needed to. Traffic crawled at this hour, people spilling out of restaurants, couples strolling along the sidewalks. I caught sight of a woman in a red dress laughing at something the man beside her said. I turned my face away.When the house finally came into view on the left, I told him to stop. I handed over cash before he could count it out and pushed the door open, stepping into the night air. He called something after me, but I was already walking up the driveway, the gravel
JUNE’S POVThe string lights above the entrance buzzed against the floodlights on the brick wall, and the concrete under my heels still held the day’s heat. I stood near the curb with my phone in my right hand, the screen black and reflecting the lights overhead.People clustered in loose circles around the paved area, drinks sweating in their hands, ice clinking when they shifted their cups. At least two dozen were still out here even though the music inside had stopped.Marlene stood three steps in front of me with her feet set wide and her arms locked across her chest. The crack across the back of her phone case caught the light when she moved. Behind her, ten feet back, Adrian half faced a knot of relatives near the railing, his head turned toward us.“Dad says you cheated first,” he said.I blinked. The words landed wrong. Like he’d said them in the wrong order.“What?” I said.He shrugged without lifting his head. “That’s what he said.”I opened my mouth. Closed it. I saw Frankl







