(Danielle)
"It's about time you tell me exactly what is going on here, don't you think?"
Silence stretched between us. Only the rustling of the trees and the occasional snap of a twig filled the space. Then Millie pulled her knees to her chest.
Millie gave me the look that brooked no argument. Her gaze was sharp and heavy with that particular brand of judgment only she could muster—the same look she used to give my grandmother when she’d mutter something passive-aggressive about my mother’s choices. It wasn’t anger. It was worse. It was disappointment.
Her arms crossed over her chest, and her brow furrowed as she looked around the woods with a hunter’s intensity. “This isn’t random, is it?” she asked, voice tight. “This is connected to you. Somehow. I’m the bait, but the trap… it’s lai
