“Will you stop crying? You’re going to make me ugly-cry too, and trust me, you do not want to see that,” Revelation muttered, snatching the tenth soggy tissue from Genesis’s trembling fingers (literally the tenth) and tossing it into the plastic bag already bulging with the evidence.

She cupped Genesis’s flushed, tear-streaked cheeks between her palms, thumbs swiping uselessly at the fresh tears.

“Look at what you’ve done. You’re a bloated tomato now.”

Genesis let out a watery laugh that instantly dissolved back into sobs.

The driver glanced at them in the rear-view mirror and quickly hid his grin.

“I can’t stop, Rev. I just… I can’t believe it,” Genesis...