He’ll…I have to go.” Lola pulled away. “Just…Sebastian…just know you never did anything wrong. You were always a good friend to me. The best,” she vowed, voice shaking. His eyes searched hers. “Why are you talking past tense?” Lola backpedaled. “I…I don’t know. I didn’t mean to.” She tripped over the curb and faced her house, Sebastian forgotten. Heart pounding, she took a step toward it. Maybe he would be passed out. Maybe he wasn’t there. The car sat in the driveway. He was there. A bitter taste formed in her mouth, that of dread. The house looked the same as it always did, yet seemed ominous. A sense of foreboding followed her up the sidewalk and to the door. It was too quiet. Her pulse quickened, Lola’s throat went dry. Something terrible was going to happen. Lola shoved the thought away. Everything will be fine, she lied to herself.
