I pressed my forehead against the cool window of the car, watching the darkened streets blur past. My hands were clenched into fists on my lap, but I barely felt them.
I barely registered anything. The fight with Calvin had shaken me to my core, and were it not for Letty's call snapping me back into the world, I could have just as easily broken down.
The moment I saw her back in the airport, arms open, something within me broke.
The ride to Mily's house was tense with emotion, the air practically thick with Letty's tightly restrained anger. Her hands gripping the steering wheel were fists, her knuckles bone-white as she drew hard, controlled breaths.
The silence between us was thick, oppressive. I didn't try to break it. I was numb, empty, and my mind spinned in wild circles, retracing everything Mily'd done, every deception I'd swallowed whole, hook, line, and sinker.
How could she? My own sister.
