AMARA’S POV
The ride home from the hospital felt endless. The car was quiet, too quiet, yet my ears still rang with my parents’ voices, their insults, their blame. I sat at the far corner of the back seat, my face turned to the window, pretending to watch the blur of streetlights but really just trying not to break down in front of them.
We look like a happy family when leaving the hospital…. maybe the happy is there when I'm caved out. I was on my way leaving before my parents stopped me, fortunately the doctor said Nina can be discharge for now.
The drive was quite.No one spoke to me. Not my father. Not my mother. Not even Nina, who lay back weakly on the other side, her lips pale but her eyes still sharp. I could feel her gaze, heavy on me, almost accusing.
When the car finally pull
