On His Knees

ROWAN’S POV

The janitor at the far end of the cafeteria has stopped mopping and is staring.

“Malachi, get up.”

“Not until you tell me if there’s a chance. If there’s anything I can do. If Cleo has said anything to you about what she needs from me that I can still give.”

I stare down at him on the dirty linoleum.

Cleo’s words from the car hit me suddenly.

Looking at him now, her jealousy toward Van