Anyta
I had left grandma Jo's house earlier than expected. I dashed home, hoping to get a solution as quickly as possible.
But as soon as I walked in, a knock came on the door, heavy and persistent.
I swung open the front door using my shaky hands. The night wind slapped my face, but the cold did not penetrate the fire within. I'd driven like a woman with nothing to lose. I'd entered a darkness I did not want to see. I'd agreed to something that sickened me.
When the door creaked open, Clay stood there. He had come like a storm—coat thrown back, face rough, eyes burning with something I hadn't seen in a long time: disappointment.
For a second I could only stand and stare at him. I had not meant for anyone to know. I had wanted to take the shame alone. I had thought that silence would
