Chapter 22: Why should I fight this?

LEO

I hadn't been to this playground since middle school, but when I needed a place to meet Quinn, somewhere quiet and private, that was the first spot that came to mind. I got there first and dropped onto one of the rubber swings, wincing a little when my weight forced the sides into my hips.

"Want a push?"

I hadn't heard Quinn approach; she must've walked to the park. I twisted in the swing to look at her. She stood behind me, her fingers shoved into the back pockets of her faded jeans, and her face was inscrutable. Her hair was pulled up into a messy pony tail, the kind she wore when she was at home in her room, doing homework or reading. She must've dropped whatever she was up to as soon as I'd texted. Something small and pleased stirred in me, a little bit of bright in the sea of downright shitty.

"I'd say sure, but I think I've outgrown the swing. Damn chains are biting into me." I grasped the links and pulled myself to my feet. "You came."

She lifted one shoulder. "You as