The sky at the mansion, was the kind of bruised blue that only came before rain. Lacie sat curled on the porch swing, one leg tucked beneath her, the other extended stiffly with her crutches leaning against the railing. She wasn't looking at anything in particular, just the way the wind flirted with the trees. Her phone lay forgotten on her lap, screen dimmed but still buzzing every now and then from updates she didn't want to read.
The door creaked open, and soft footsteps padded toward her.
Cher appeared with a tall glass of cold juice, condensation already trailing down the sides like sweat. She handed it to Lacie without a word and sat down beside her.
Lacie took it, gave a small nod of thanks, and took a sip.
They sat in silence for a few beats before Cher tilted her head and asked, "Are you worried?"
Lacie glanced sideways, smirking. "If you're talking about Mila, you know better."
Cher gave a tired chuckle. "Yeah. I figured."
