Hailey’s POV
Mia’s words still lingered in my mind as I walked out of the bedroom, my shoulders heavy with exhaustion. Her anger, the accusations, and the pain in her voice—it all gnawed at me, leaving an ache in my chest. She was my best friend, someone I trusted above all else, and now it felt like I was sharing a space with a stranger who despised me.
I made my way to the couch in the small living room, grabbing the old blanket we kept folded on the armrest. The fabric was thin, barely warm, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to stay in that room with Mia’s piercing glares and cutting remarks.
Lying down, I stared at the ceiling, trying to process everything. “What a mess,” I muttered under my breath. If only Jenny were here. She’d know exactly what to say, how to calm Mia down and he
