“And Anna just mutters something about Jesus sort of loving you and suddenly she’s an angel and meanwhile I was there with you when your dad punched Grant—” “Your dad punched Grant?” Anna said, her mouth wide. “I pulled a loaded gun on Parker,” Chloe reminded nobody in particular. “But who cares about Layla? No one, obviously! I’m just the girl with the car nobody gives a shit about, so why—”
