Chapter 138 You Might Have To Change Your Wardrobe, Luna

• Sheila POV
• Night presses down on me like a heavy hand where I”m sitting on the pavement in front of the warehouse, numb, wrapped in a thin medic’s blanket that does nothing to stop the cold from eating through my skin. Police cars flash red and blue over the cracked cement, painting everything in jerky, frantic colors.
• Jeremy is standing in front of me, looking like he’s aged ten years in one evening. His fist clenches and unclenches as he asks softly, “How’re you feeling now? You want to go home?”