Chapter 7

Cold wind blew through the car window as the ride I'd booked took me to Naomi's house.

Miles happened to be staying with his grandmother Lorraine for a few days. She usually picked him up from school, too, and he wouldn't be home until Friday.

That was the only thing I could be grateful for right now.

At least he wouldn't have to see the boxes everywhere, or his mother falling apart.

Naomi poured me a glass of hot water without pressing me for answers.

I sat on her couch, my hands ice-cold.

My phone kept vibrating on the table.