“We could call a truce,” I say. He lifts his hand until I’m staring into the barrel of a toy gun. “So that’s how it’s going to be?” He doesn’t smile, but his eyes soften at the edges. “It’s nothing personal.” His finger hovers over the trigger. “I’ll save you, Ellie!” Nico shouts from the other side of the field. “Thank God I can count on one Lopez at least.”
