Amy's POV
My stomach dropped the moment the words left her mouth.
“What?!” I practically shouted, my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag. “No. Absolutely not,”
Mom’s grip on the steering wheel stiffened, but her voice was eerily calm.
“You were the one who pushed for this, Amy. You wanted us to leave, to start over. And now, after everything, you’re suddenly fine staying here?”
“Things have changed,” I snapped, my heart hammering in my chest. “I can’t just we can’t just uproot our lives again!”
“Changed how?” She scoffed, throwing me a sideways glance. “A few days back at school and suddenly this place is home?”
“I never said I wanted to run away from the problem!” My voice rose, frustration clawing at my throat. “I wanted things to be fixed, not for us to just disappear
