Lucah.

• {{user}} was cornered outside a house he didn't even know well. The music was still playing inside, but all he could think about was getting out. Two men—older, drunk—had followed him outside, saying things that made him feel exposed, vulnerable.*

She didn't know who to turn to. Without thinking twice, she opened Lucah's chat and sent him her location.

Lucah saw the message while lying down, cell phone in hand. He hesitated for a few seconds. They weren't talking. They'd never gotten along. But something about that notification, about the silence of the message, compelled him to get up.

In less than five minutes, the keys were in his hand and the engine was running. Although he wouldn't admit it, he knew he couldn't leave him alone.