was beating so hard. Her hands were fisted and when she
uncurled them, they were so slick she had to wipe them on her
jeans. She felt physically sick, and it was hard for her to turn
around and see the pain on Adalynn’s face.
She didn’t feel responsible for what was happening, but she
did feel awful. She was worried about Adalynn. Worried she
would be torn to shreds, that she would be outed and tested
before she was ready. That people would turn on them and that
they would be victims of other people’s ignorance and hatred.
Cassia hadn’t bought the house. She didn’t have to stay and
live there and face it, but short of selling, Adalynn did. Cassia
didn’t want that for her. She didn’t want Adalynn to have to
sell the house that she’d finally settled in. The house she’d
already poured so much effort and love into. She didn’t want
her to be chased off like that.
“Adalynn…” Cassia whispered after she walked back to the
house and stepped up the crumbling set of stairs to get in. She
shut and locked the door behind her. Because she didn’t know
what to say to Adalynn’s glassed over expression, she asked
the last thing she wanted to ask. “What are you going to do?”
“The only thing I can do.” Adalynn’s voice was flat, her
voice like the placid surface of a pond, devoid of even a ripple
of emotion to betray her feelings. She was walled up, closed
up tight, and Cassia was afraid she was already starting to
fight a losing battle.
Cassia knew she had to fight for Adalynn, even if all the
fight looked like it had gone out of her. She had to help her.
She should have been gentle, but her words came out with
more passion and force because of the upset she’d just
experienced.