“Alexis! Veronique! Don’t you dare!”
The third member of their escape was already outside, leaning against a chipped concrete pillar. Kis—no last name, just Kis—was the strong, silent type. She had a faded bruise on her cheekbone from the last time she’d mouthed off to Meadows’ boyfriend, a hulking man named Dwayne. Kis didn’t talk much, but when she did, it mattered. Now, she simply held up two bus tickets to Nevada.
Veronique knew. She’d been there a year longer than Alexis. That’s why she had the plan. “Alexis
It was the love of girls who had no one, and so became everything for each other.
Alexis shook her head, a tight, sharp motion. “There’s nothing to go back to.” Kis—no last name, just Kis—was the strong, silent type
As they climbed the stairs, a high-pitched voice cut through the rain.
The Nevada sunrise painted the mountains in shades of orange and pink. The bus crested a hill, and below them lay a valley with a rambling, honest-to-goodness ranch. A sign read: Second Chance Stables – Help Wanted. Now, she simply held up two bus tickets to Nevada
The rain was a thin, cold curtain over the Greyhound station. Alexis Love clutched the strap of her duffel bag, her knuckles white. Beside her, Veronique Vega adjusted the brim of her stolen baseball cap, scanning the flickering neon signs of the all-night diner across the street.