Chase
The front door closed behind Missy.
For one second, nobody moved.
Then I stepped forward.
Mom caught my arm.
“Do not.”
“She is leaving angry.”
“I know.”
“She should not be alone.”
“She asked for space.”
“With Logan still contacting her?”
My voice rose again.
Allie flinched behind me.
I noticed and hated myself for it, but the anger was already moving too quickly through my body.
I reached for the door.
Mom tightened her grip.
“Chase.”
“I need to follow her.”
“No.”
“She is upset. She is not thinking clearly.”
Mom’s expression hardened.
“That is exactly what you said before she left.”
“Because it is true.”
“Perhaps. But chasing her while you are furious will only prove every accusation she made.”
I pulled my arm free, though I did not open the door.
“She is mee
