Ivory
Though my thoughts lingered, I couldn't brush off what Anabel had said about Diane. Her words echoed in my mind, filling me with a sense of unease. Diane had yet to tell us the outcome of her visit to her mother, and it was clear she was holding something back. I decided to let her speak when she was ready, hoping it would ease the tension that was hanging over us like a dark cloud.
"Car-nap isn't a good choice, Di," I said to my friend, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere that surrounded us due to the ongoing protest outside. Diane touched her neck gently, a nervous habit she had when she was uncomfortable.
"I will never try it again. I was just being careful, not wanting there to be any record of us being in Havencrook. My family has a slight issue with the people who run the
