She shakes her head, not believing my argument for a second.
“What did it say?”
I recall the message, much to her horror.
“Please tell me I’m not the first person you’ve told,” she begs, but all I can do is shrug. “Stella, he’s been in your house,” she argues.
“Which is why I need to go and shoot some shit. Do you know where the guns are kept?
“Yeah, but they’re locked up and—”
“Can Nico get to them?”
“Yeah, but—”
“I guess it’s time to go and see if he’s home then, isn’t it?”
I march to her door, ripping it open.
“Stella, I really don’t think—”
“Do you want to learn how to protect yourself?”
“Y-yeah but—”
“Pull on your big girl panties, Cal. I’m sure I can convince your brother to do just about anything.”