Cierra's POV
My phone wouldn’t stop ringing. It buzzed against the hospital bedsheet like it was determined to drag me out of the thin peace I’d managed to gather. I checked the screen and sighed.
Mom.
Of course.
The last person I wanted to speak to was the one calling me nonstop.
I answered anyway.
“Hey, Mum.”
Her voice exploded immediately, sharp, dramatic, like she’d been rehearsing the moment I picked up.
“Cierra, why? Why would you do this to me?”
I hissed under my breath. “Really, Mom? At this point? You’re seriously doing this?”
“I am in jail, Cierra!” she snapped. “In jail because of you! Because I’m trying to make life worth living for you!”
I closed my eyes. “Mom, please. Please. Let’s not play that game right now. We both know everything you’re doing is to maintain yo
