By the time we reached the driveway, I was already unbuckling.
The second the car stopped, I threw the door open and stepped out.
Slam.
The sound echoed through the driveway.
Raven flinched inside the car.
I didn’t look back. I marched to the apartment, unlocked the door, and slammed that one too.
Inside, I dropped the book on the couch, my limbs heavy. My back hit the cushion, and I stared at the ceiling as if it held all the answers I didn’t want to hear.
Seconds later, the door creaked open.
Her footsteps approached slowly.
Raven stood over me, eyes full of frustration and confusion.
She threw her bag down on the floor, hard enough that it toppled sideways. She paced a few steps, then spun to face me.
“For the 101st time, Mia—what the hell is going on?” Her voice cracked with
