Mia’s POV

The car ride home from the hospital was silent.

Mom kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror with that soft, worried expression she had perfected over the years, but I didn’t give her anything. I kept my face turned toward the window, jaw locked, fingers curled tight against my thighs. Every bump in the road sent a dull pulse of pain through my sprained ankle, but the physical ache was nothing compared to the fury burning under my skin.

Lily’s smile kept replaying in my head.

That calm, cutting smile that used to belong only to me.

The way she had stood over me in the rain....