“LUNA!” Lily wails. “DON’T HURT HER, PLEASE! PLEASE!” I’m being stabbed repeatedly, and if a knife is plunging into me, then a bulldozer is running over Lo’s whole being. He’s sheet-white, and when we reach a red light, he opens the car door. And vomits onto the cement. Shutting the door, he wipes his mouth, and the light turns green. He hits the gas.
