POV: Hailey

The drive home later that day was stuffy, terribly so, and the silence was heavy, really heavy, like a lead blanket thrown over us, we hadn't spoken anything since we left the café where Evans and Calix had that terrifying fight, and every minute felt like an hour, truly unending. I sat staring out the window, clutching the manila folder Calix had given me, the papers inside crinkling loudly, feeling the sharp points of the corners poking my chest, physical proof of the nightmare that was now my life.

Evans finally parked the car in our mansion's garage, but neither of us moved right away, we just sat...