Chapter 22
~ Hailey ~
Yvonne and I walked downstairs side by side, but it felt more like we were separated by an invisible wall than actually moving together.
The air between us was charged, crackling with unspoken things. Words that couldn't be taken back. Truths that had been dragged into the light and left there, raw and ugly.
She was quiet now, her face smoothed into that neutral mask she wore so well in front of others. The same mask she'd perfected over the years — pleasant, untroubled, perfectly composed.
If anyone looked at her, they'd never guess we'd just been standing inches apart in my room, exchanging words sharp enough to draw blood.
They'd never know that beneath that serene exterior, she was probably plotting seventeen different ways to make me pay for calling
