My phone starts pinging with messages as I see Sage’s burgundy truck careening after us. Well, that’s just dandy. Sage: Where are you going? Who is in the car with you? Sage: You can’t just leave. I didn’t know you were coming. I can explain. Sage: I know it looks bad. Sage: You need to answer me, JoJo. Sage: FUCK JOJO FUCK.
