Peterson was standing right beside him.”

Under the edge of the table, I tapped my left thumbnail against my knuckles twice.

“Arthur’s worried about town money,” I said.

“Did you hurt Trent?” she asked, her eyes searching mine.

“I stopped him from yanking on my shirt,” I said.

“He’s fine.”

She pulled her ponytail over her shoulder once more and stared down at her hands.

“It feels like everybody on the street hates us now,” she said.