“I want her out,” his mother said again. Louder. Sharper. Her voice was so deep, that it was obvious that this would be the last time she’d say it.
“I want her out. Now!”
Sky’s fingers clenched harder around the suitcase handle. Her heart pounded so loud she could hear it in her ears.
She wasn’t dressed provocatively, not really. Just a black midi dress that hugged her a little at the hips and dipped low enough at the chest to draw a glance.
But she could feel the judgment. The pearls around the older woman’s throat looked like they were choking her, her fingers twitching at her sides like they ached to strike.
Then.
It happened.
Sky didn’t see her coming.
There was no warning.
Just movement.
A blur.
Cold fingers tangled in her hair and pulled.
Sky cried out, sharp and insti
