Rosé,
Earlier, when I heard something shatter in the living room, panic crawled up my spine like a cold hand gripping the back of my neck. My heart dropped instantly, dread sinking into my chest. What if the kids had broken something and gotten hurt?
I didn’t even think about what else it could be. My first thought had been of Diana and Ethan. But nothing prepared me for what I actually witnessed when I entered that living room.
It wasn’t the sound of something broken that mattered—it was the look on her face. Draven’s mother. One of the worst people I had ever met. Her face twisted in pure rage and disgust as she looked at Diana as if my daughter were filth beneath her shoes.
It was as if the ground shifted beneath my feet. But then came Diana’s words—words I never expected to escape
