Chapter Eight
Knox
I ignore the murmurs from two of my best friends as I shut Seth’s old bedroom door.
“Let’s talk, okay?” I sit in the chair in the corner. The one that used to hold all of Seth’s dirty clothes. The one that Evan said will not be going to their apartment—ever. The one Seth tried to sneak in only for Evan to return it when he went to work out.
Her hands rest on the handle of her suitcase, her gaze skittering to the door. Just when I think she’s about to bolt, she sits on the edge of the bed, right next to her luggage. “Knox, you’ve done—”
I hold up my hand because I know she’s going to say that she’s fine and perfect, but we both know she isn’t. Leilani left her high and dry with no money and no roof over her head. I don’t know much about Kamea’s friend or family situa
