Mia’s POV

I stood by the living-room window and watched them leave.

Nora walked close to Lily, one hand lightly guiding her elbow like she was made of glass. Lily moved slowly, still a little unsteady, the white bandage on her head bright against the morning light. They didn’t look back. Not once.

The second the front door clicked shut, something ugly and hot exploded inside my chest.

I turned and stormed upstairs. My feet hit every step harder than necessary. When I reached my room I shoved the door open so violently it slammed against the wall, then swung back and almost hit me in the face. I kicked...