I knew something was wrong the second we got into his truck and he slammed the door shut, my name slithering out of his mouth, ending on a hard vowel. “Luna?” I was looking out the window at the side mirror. My cousin was out of the door, his head swinging around the parking lot. Probably looking for me. “Yes?” His breathing had gotten loud, but it was steady; I had no problem hearing it. “Is your last name really Allen?”
I knew it like what’s going on w him
