The cab ride to the school took two hours.
Every minute felt like an eternity. I sat in the back seat, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, my mind racing from one worst-case scenario to the next. The driver didn't talk, and I was grateful for that. I didn't have the energy to pretend I was okay.
I tried Damian again. Voicemail. I tried the school. Nurse Rita answered and said Milly was resting, but she was still asking for me. Her voice was calm, but I could hear the worry underneath.
"I'm on my way," I said.
"Miss Grace, are you alone? It's very late."
"I'll be fine. Just stay with her."
I hung up and stared out the window. The city gave way to trees and open road, the lights thinning until there was only darkness. The further we got from Damian's penthouse, the more I felt the weig
