Crash
Kelly pulls out of her aunt's hug. "When's curfew tonight?" The hopeful upswing of her voice kills me. An almost-seventeen-year-old should not sound like she's scared to ask about curfew.
Holly gives me one more warning glance, then smiles at Kelly. "I told Crash you don't have a curfew tonight, but—"
Kelly freezes when she hears but.
Holly holds her arms. "—my phone'll be on all night. And if you need anything, you call me and I'll be there, okay?"
Kelly looks at me over her shoulder and I give her a small smile, hope and fear warring for control and making my heart pound. "Don't worry, Kel. You choose everything tonight."
Her smile grows, lighting up her face so my chest aches.
"Okay, you two," Holly says, "Have fun. Keep in touch. And don't do anything I wouldn't do."
