“It’s just a fear. Some people are born with them. I don’t know.”
The lie is clumsy and my execution is even worse. Tears burn in my eyes, and I blink them back.
He slides closer, his knee brushing against mine. “When I opened that door, your eyes were glazed over, Piper. You didn’t know where you were. You were somewhere else. You were f*****g terrified.”
The truth expands inside of me, steam searching for a release valve. I try to hold it all in, but when Timofey uses his knuckle to catch a tear falling down my cheek, I break.
“It was my mom,” I gasp. “She—she put me in the trunk sometimes. When she couldn’t leave me at home.”
His face creases in horror. As it should. “She locked you in a trunk?”
His voice is a threat. If she wasn’t already dead, I’m positive Timofey would hunt her
