“Dante!” another voice cuts through the air, and that’s when he stops. We both do. Lorenzo stands in the open doorway, and the sun shining from behind him makes him look like a vengeful shadow. “Enough,” he barks, then looks over at his sister. “Get in the car.” She folds her arms across her chest. “No. I’m not leaving Max.” Lorenzo closes his eyes and rubs his temples. “I don’t have fucking time for this. Get into the car, Joey. Now.” “But—” “But nothing. Your family needs you. Now get in the fucking car.”
