Chapter 65: Questions and Consequences

RILEY

The car ride started quiet, which was never a good sign with Mama because it was some sort of warning.

Mama was mad about something and was waiting for the perfect time to bring it up. I kept my hands folded in my lap, staring out the window at the houses we passed, trying to make myself as small as possible in the passenger seat. I could feel her looking at me in the rearview mirror every few seconds, and each glance made my stomach twist tighter.

"So," she said finally, her voice that sounded fake and sweet which meant trouble was coming for...