JJ
Sable drove like traffic laws had personally offended her.
I sat in the passenger seat with one hand braced against the door and the other wrapped around the burner phone, staring at the dark screen even though Nixx had already told me everything he could.
Millie was alive.
Benny had been shot.
Those two facts refused to fit inside the same body.
Behind us, Hannah and Charlie had gone completely quiet. The snacks, the nail polish, the ridiculous argument over Love Is Blind all belonged to another night now.
Sable glanced at me as she changed lanes.
“We’re almost there.”
I nodded because speaking felt dangerous.
My daughter was alive.
I had heard her voice.
I had heard her call me Mommy.
For a week I had woken up in Benny’s house without knowing where Millie was, and before
