Sireen’s POV

If looks could kill, my death would’ve been brutal, quick, but still more painful than a first shift. Trevor didn’t move, it felt as though he wasn’t breathing with the way all of his being was centered on me. Where I stood, I wanted the earth to swallow me whole and spit out my bones.

There's no doubt that Trevor saw me and Mom speaking to his parents, hence his hostile looks directed at me. I thought I would be used to the glares by now, but this is unsettling. I don’t know if he heard what we discussed, but even if he did, what difference would it...