Zack's grip was bone-crushing. Claire twisted violently, trying to break free, but he held fast, his eyes locking onto hers with fierce determination. "Where are you going?"
"Let me go! I need to..." Claire yanked her arm, her gaze catching the luggage in the other hand, the evidence of that mother and son in Zack's life. The accusation hovered on her lips, ready to explode.
Just then, Hannah reached over. One hand settled lightly on Zack's knuckles while the other gently encircled Claire's wrist, prying his fingers open with barely any effort.
"Zack, must you be so rough with Ms. Lawson?" Hannah's voice dripped sweetness, her smile polished to perfection. "She's probably heading to school. Don't worry, I'll replace anything Lucas damaged."
"Save it," Claire bit out.
She wrenched hers
