“If you have a problem with us, you talk to me. Got it?” Lorenzo asks, too low for anyone but us three to hear. To prevent them from throwing punches, I step in and place my hand on Lorenzo’s shoulder. “By the way, this right here”—I motion between Julian and Lorenzo—“is why I kept everything a secret. You can’t have one normal conversation, and it hurts me to see two people I care about dislike each other so strongly.” Julian looks like I’ve slapped him. “Lily—” I hold up my hand. “I think you’ve said enough tonight.”
