Janes POV
I didn’t mean to stop, didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when I heard my mom’s voice—tight, trembling—I froze. I was just walking by their room, on my way upstairs, when I caught the sound of her crying. I’ve never heard her like this before. My heart raced, and before I even realized what I was doing, I pressed myself against the wall, trying to hear more.
“They’re going to come for her, Sherman,” Mom said, her voice shaking. “If she doesn’t agree... they’ll force her.”
I frowned, trying to make sense of what she was saying. Who were they talking about? Who was “her”?
My dad’s voice was lower, soothing, like he was trying to calm her down. “Renna, I know it’s hard, but we’ve done everything we can. This... this is what’s best.”
Best for who?
Mom’s crying got louder, and I coul
