Hailey
I slumped in the corner, the police officer's vacant stare piercing through me as he stood guard. My mind reeled, struggling to process the bombshell my father had just dropped. His parting words echoed in my head like a warning: "Don't trust anyone, Chickadee…"
I glanced over my shoulder, eyeing the guards who had accompanied me. Were they truly loyal to me, or were they just spies for the Brooklyns? The thought sent a shiver down my spine.
"Madam, are you ready to leave?" one of the guards asked, breaking the silence.
I nodded hastily, eager to escape the oppressive atmosphere. "Yeah, let's just go." I stood up, my movements abrupt, and headed outside, the guards falling into step behind me.
As I sat in the car, parked in the lot, I felt overwhelmed by the weight of my father
