Sam's P.O.V.
The car swerved slightly as Damian’s hands tightened on the wheel. “What did you just say?” he asked, his voice low and controlled, though I could hear the tension underneath.
I folded my arms, staring out the window at the blur of trees rushing past. I’d said it. There was no taking it back now.
“I’m thinking of going to live with my real father,” I repeated, quieter this time, but no less firm.
The car filled with an oppressive silence. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, but I didn’t dare turn to meet them.
“Sam,” my mom finally managed, her voice tight with disbelief. “What on earth are you talking about? Where is this coming from?”
“It’s not that complicated,” I replied, keeping my tone as even as I could, though my heart raced. “I’m just saying, maybe it’s time I g
