Chapter 4

That night, I packed our things, ready to leave with Cecilia.

Daryl was getting impatient and kept urging me to move faster.

Josie, my so-called best friend, was "helping" me pack and laying on her heartfelt advice. "Sylvia, after that blow-up with your parents, there's no way you're moving back in after the divorce."

She added, "Try playing nice with Hiram. He'll have to help you out, at least a bit."

She was so fake. Her eyes were practically shining with joy, but she kept acting all sympathetic.

I didn't call her out. I met her gaze and said slowly,…