Chapter 17 Mommy Issues

• Lila blinked up at Izzy’s gun, her curls frizzing even more in the damp air. “So, uh,” she said slowly, lifting her hands higher, “is this about the hair or...?”
• “Shut up,” Izzy muttered, safety still off. “Why are you following us?”
• “I said I want in,” Lila replied brightly, like they were haggling over brunch. “Besides, it looks like you two are busy playing dress-up.” She squinted, her eyes scanning both Izzy’s and Liam's very atrocious wear.