DAHLIA 

“Why don’t you say something, Dahlia? You’ve refused to tell me anything.” 

I unbuckled, opened the car door to get down when he grabbed my arm. 

“What happened at the audition?” 

I swallowed. I knew he was only trying to be nice and he was genuinely concerned. But my brain was fighting emotions. I was trying so hard not to snap at him. 

Snapping was actually better than crying but he if he kept this up, I would snap. 

“Can we focus on getting Denise the help she needs?”

“Dahlia, I don’t care about…”

“I don’t care either but just leave me the hell alone! I don’t want to...