Christiana’s POV
My feet went over the brakes, stopping the car in the middle of the road as the words entered my hearing. “What?!” I screeched angrily, clenching my hands around the steering wheel.
“Maybe give us a heads-up next time,” Kylie grumbled, and I glanced at her through the rearview mirror as she massaged her bump.
“S-sorry,” I murmured, feeling the guilt erupting in my chest for not thinking about her. It wasn’t enough to replace my anger.
“My mother couldn’t have killed me… Kylie, you told me she never visited-“
“You didn’t ask because you knew she would never visit you. I hardly even got her to attend your funeral.” She cut me off, followed by a loud hiss, her hand now grabbing her bump.
“Are you okay?” I asked, getting worried about her instead of focusing on my compli
