No Place Left to Hide

by Megan Lally

I could have had my answer months ago, but I missed the deadline because of…the incident. Yet another thing I lost because of her.

“My money’s on Claire’s brother. Especially the way he came at you at the memorial. That guy’s got some problems.” The thought had crossed my mind a time or two. “Be nice. He’s hurting and doesn’t know what to do with his grief. His sister died.”

They want me to carry the weight of what happened in September for every minute of the rest of my life—I mean, how dare I even think about having a life or moving on.

“Dude, your dad is a dick,” Jena mumbles, pulling me toward the Subaru. I unlock the car. “He’s not a dick. He’s driven.” “Yeah, a driven bag of dicks.”

You don’t play with the snake that bit you, Brooke. You suck out the venom and run.”