(Haily’s POV)
I make it two blocks before I have to pull over.
My hands are shaking so badly I can't hold the steering wheel. The tears I've been fighting since I left Jasmine's house finally break free, and I press my forehead against the wheel, trying to breathe through the sobs.
You're dead to me.
Caroline's voice echoes in my head, cold and final. I've never heard her sound like that before. Never seen that look in her eyes—like I'm something disgusting she scraped off her shoe.
"Mommy?"
I jerk upright, wiping frantically at my face. Wendy is watching me in the rearview mirror, her brown eyes wide and worried.
"I'm okay, baby." My voice cracks on the lie. "Mommy's okay."
"Your eyes are red." Wendy's voice is small, scared. "Why are you crying?"
I unbuckle my seatbelt and climb
