-runaway Love - Alexis Love- Veronique Vega- Lindsey Meadows- Kis- -

The bus doors closed with a pneumatic sigh. The engine growled to life.

Alexis felt a flutter of something that felt dangerously like hope. She’d learned not to trust hope. Hope was a shiny thing that Meadows would snatch away and sell for a bottle of cheap wine. The bus doors closed with a pneumatic sigh

Kis was last. She turned her head, just enough for Meadows to see the hard set of her jaw. Then she dropped a single, folded piece of paper onto the wet pavement. It was a list of every violation, every skimmed dollar, every “accidental” lock-in of the basement. A copy was already in an envelope addressed to the state licensing board, sitting in a mailbox two blocks away. every skimmed dollar