As soon as Genesis stepped into the car and the door closed with a heavy thud, she broke.

Her body folded in on itself, head tucked between her knees as silent sobs shook her frame. The moment she’d dreaded—walking back into that house—was over. But it had taken everything in her.

She clutched her throat, her breathing jagged and uneven. The silence in the car was deafening—loud in its own way. Her heart thundered in her chest.

She had done it.

She had really done it.

She took it all back.

Genesis raised her tear-filled eyes and looked up through the glass roof at the afternoon sky. Lips trembling, she...